He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across Gui Yuanzi’s bloodshot eyes. “Tell me, can Wan Yao Ling be maintained for seven days?”
Gui Yuanzi opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Seven days was enough to defend the Wan Yao Ridge.
With the presence of Qingqiu here, the sect leader of Qingyun Sword Sect, the vice sect leader of Wanfa Sect, and their Guiyuan sect, these people could survive for a few days without any problems.
Seven days?
More than enough.
“Seven days.”
Qingqiu spoke.
She walked slowly to David’s side, her white robe fluttering in the air, her long hair flowing like a waterfall.
Her face was still slightly pale, but her fox-like eyes had returned to their original sharpness. “I’ll give you seven days. Within seven days, whether you save the woman or not, you must return.”
He paused for a moment, his voice now full of authority, “The Heavenly Venerate will not give you any more time. If he launches his attack too quickly, even if the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge can be defended, the losses will be huge.”
David nodded. “Seven days is enough.”
He didn’t say “thank you,” he didn’t say “I’ll definitely be back,” he didn’t say anything extravagant.
He just nodded slightly to Qingqiu, then turned and walked out of the hall.
Guiyuanzi took two steps then stopped.
He knew that once the young master made up his mind, no one could stop him.
All he could do was kneel and kowtow three times on David’s back.
The boy’s silhouette stretched long across the palace gates, bathed in the bright light of the three suns, which dyed his blue robe a pale golden color.
The Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist trembled slightly, a streak of purple light flowing along the blade.
That figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his steps steady like a mountain, walking step by step towards the secret realm.
Qingqiu watched his retreating figure and remained silent for a long time.
No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
Maybe it reminded him of his own youthful exuberance, maybe it was worry about his daughter’s future, or maybe it was just feeling touched by something about the young man.
“Let’s go,” he said quietly, turning around and walking towards the mountain behind. “It takes time for the void passage to open.”
Behind the Demon Emperor Palace.
This is a restricted area; not even the elders of the devil race were allowed to enter without permission.
The open space that stretched for a hundred feet in circumference was paved with black jade.
This jade was no ordinary stone; these stones came from a profound mineral vein on Seventeenth Heaven, and every piece contained space law fragments.
The surface of the jade was covered with densely arranged runes, the patterns were ancient and complicated, some resembling coiling snakes, some resembling birds with spread wings, and some resembling the sun, moon, and stars.
Faint silver light flowed between the runes; that was the purest spatial power.
In the middle of the open space, a three feet high stone platform stood quietly.
The stone platform was made of an unknown material; it was entirely black, but emitted a faint luster.
On the stone platform was engraved an even more complicated magic array, with forty-nine ring-shaped runes arranged in layers, each rune consisting of thousands of tiny spiritual patterns.
This was an inter-dimensional teleportation array left behind by a mighty being in the ancient Wan Yao Mountains. It is said that the Demon Emperor gathered seventy-two array masters from the demon race to complete this masterpiece after a hundred years in order to communicate with the various heavens.
Qingqiu stood before the stone platform and took a deep breath.
He slowly raised both hands, brought his fingers together, and formed an ancient mudra.
A white aura radiated from his palm, pure and without the slightest impurity.
Light flowed like water, slowly entering the magical array on the stone platform.
The spiritual energy within his body flowed out as if it were free, so fast that his face turned pale in just a few breaths.
He was well aware of how much effort it would take to activate an inter-dimensional formation of this level, but he did not hesitate.
Because David didn’t hesitate.
The first rune lit up, its silver light spilling like mercury onto the ground.
Then came the second, third, fourth—forty-nine ring-shaped runes lit up in a mysterious order, each time accompanied by a low buzzing sound.
It didn’t sound like a musical instrument; more like the resonance of the laws of heaven and earth, like space itself chanting.
The silver light was getting brighter and brighter.
When the last rune was lit, the entire mountain behind was illuminated as if it were daytime.
The light on the stone platform was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it, but Qingqiu’s eyes did not blink, and the hand seals on her hands continued to change.
He manipulated the runes, keeping them on the right track.
Space started to distort.
The air in the center of the magic circle was initially compressed, then suddenly spread outwards, forming a pitch-black vortex.
The whirlpool was only three feet in diameter, but it gave the impression of being bottomless.
FAQ Novel
Q: What new power does David unleash in this chapter?
A: David unleashes a devastating new level of might by fusing the Great Luo Golden Classic with the primordial power of chaos, forming a unique dark purple energy.
Q: How does David’s current strength compare to other True Immortals on Sixteenth Heaven?
A: David declares absolute dominance, asserting that even peak ninth-rank True Immortals on Sixteenth Heaven are mere “ants” before him, requiring no more than a single strike to defeat.
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