Gui Yuanzi wanted to say something, but could only let out stifled sobs.
He lowered his head and kowtowed, his forehead pressed against the cold jade, tears wet the jade. He had waited too long for this day.
Qingqiu stood at the side, wearing snow-white clothes.
She put her plain white palace gown back on, her long, jet-black hair flowing down her back.
His face was still a little pale; David was too fierce, and he could barely stand it.
But a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile that conveyed a deep sense of satisfaction.
He has lived for tens of thousands of years.
Over tens of thousands of years, he had witnessed the emergence of countless geniuses.
There are those who are born emperors, there are those who defy fate, and there are those who attain enlightenment and ascend to the upper realms.
He had witnessed the birth of the Golden Immortals, the fall of the Great Luo Immortals, as well as the collapse and rebuilding of heaven and earth.
However, this was his first time meeting someone like David.
It wasn’t that he had supreme talent—the geniuses on Seventeenth Heaven were as numerous as carp crossing the river.
It wasn’t that he was the strongest in battle—anyone above third-rank Gold Immortal could easily defeat him.
This wasn’t because there was something inexplicable about him.
That is the essence of the Dao, obsession, unrelenting stubbornness, and a strong determination to rise again no matter how many times it is destroyed.
“It’s worth it,” he thought to himself.
She had sacrificed her chastity for tens of thousands of years for David, but Qingqiu felt it was worth it; this man was worthy of her giving her body.
David ignored their stares, turned around, and walked towards the window.
The windows in the side hall were very large, and the window frames were made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood, with carvings of various kinds of demons paying their respects.
Outside the window, three blazing suns hung high in the sky.
Golden, silvery, and crimson suns intertwined to create a majestic tapestry, stretching over the Wan Yao Ling mountains.
The entire valley was dyed a warm golden red color, as if it was enveloped in divine light.
His gaze swept across the palaces and pavilions in the valley, across the winding spiritual veins in the mountains, across the cultivators who were practicing, and finally fixed on the horizon.
There, dark clouds began to gather.
This is not an ordinary dark cloud, but a black cloud formed from the condensation of murderous lust and the intention to kill.
David’s thoughts returned to Sixteenth Heaven.
He didn’t know how Jiang Xuelan was now.
“Guiyuanzi”.
He spoke.
His voice was soft, his tone calm, like a normal question.
“Your subordinate is here.”
Gui Yuanzi immediately stood up and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.
His knees were still shaking, whether from kneeling for too long or from excitement, it was hard to tell.
“I want to return to Sixteenth Heaven.”
Six words, written lightly, yet resounded like six booms of thunder in the side hall.
Gui Yuanzi’s expression immediately changed.
Her face, which had been red, suddenly turned pale, tears welled up in her eyes. “Young Master, what did you say? Return to Sixteenth Heaven?”
His voice rose unconsciously, “You finally succeeded in rebuilding your physical body, and your cultivation has just recovered, how could you”
“Precisely because we have recovered, we have to go back.”
David interrupted his words.
He turned around, his purple eyes staring at Guiyuanzi.
Those eyes showed no anger, no impatience, not even a hint of emotion.
However, it was precisely this calmness that made Guiyuanzi’s next words get stuck in his throat.
“I have a female friend, Jiang Xuelan, who is still on Sixteenth Heaven, or perhaps still in the God Alliance prison.”
David was silent for a moment, and when he said those three words, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible, emotion in it. “How long has he been in prison? How much torture has he endured? Every day he waits for me. I can’t let him wait too long.”
Gui Yuanzi’s lips trembled.
He wanted to argue, saying, “You can go, but wait until you are stronger,” saying, “We will bring more people,” and saying, “Seventeenth Heaven needs you more.”
But he didn’t say anything.
Qingqiu’s brows furrowed slightly.
After living for tens of thousands of years and witnessing too many lives and deaths, his heart had long become as hard as a rock.
But he spoke up anyway: “David, I know you’re worried.”
Her voice was soft yet clear, carrying the unique elegance of the Fox Queen, “But your current cultivation level is only at the sixth rank of the True Immortal Realm. Although Sixteenth Heaven is known as a lower realm, it still has the foundation of a Golden Immortal. If you go alone and something untoward happens”
“Your Majesty.”
David turned around and faced Qingqiu directly.
His gaze was open and honest, even containing a faint smile.
“I’m not alone.”
Qingqiu was shocked.
David raised his right hand, palm open.
A streak of chaotic purple flame danced in his palm. The flame was quiet, without loud burning sounds or fiery light.
It was there, pulsing slowly, but it caused the temperature in the side hall to suddenly rise.
The air around the flames distorted, and tiny cracks appeared on the jade pillars, traces of charring of the fabric of the space.
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant transformation occurs within David’s body?
A: David’s body undergoes a profound change as the runes of the Great Luo Golden Scripture fully integrate into his flesh, bones, and meridians, merging with primal chaos to become an intrinsic part of him.
Q: How does David’s power manifest after this integration?
A: After the integration, David exudes a powerful new aura that subtly distorts the environment around him, and his physical body is several times stronger, showcasing amplified prowess despite his cultivation level remaining stable.
Share your predictions on how these extraordinary changes will impact David’s future challenges and destiny!