“Shut up.”
Wei Pengkun interrupted his words.
His voice was ice cold.
Because that purple light had already appeared at the edge of the sky.
It wasn’t a beam of light; it was a shooting star, a shooting star that shot downwards.
It left behind a long trail of purple flames, destroying all the clouds in its path.
The flames on its tail stretched for hundreds of feet, leaving a straight purple trail in the sky that lasted for a long time.
The speed was simply incredible; a moment before it had been a hundred miles away, and a moment later it was within ten miles.
The entire main hall of the Protoss Alliance shook.
It was not an earthquake, but rather an overwhelming feeling of oppression that radiated from that light.
The twelve layers of restrictions simultaneously emitted an ear-piercing hum, and the runes on the light shield flickered wildly, as if sensing some kind of devastating threat.
The holy cultivators in the square began to tremble involuntarily, their weapons clattering in their hands.
They were highly trained, but amidst such immense pressure, thousands of years of training became a joke.
The purple light fell right on the plaza right in front of the main hall.
As the light faded, a figure appeared amidst the three thousand elite members of the divine race.
He wore a long, clean blue robe, spotless. A longsword hung from his waist, its sheath ancient and simple, its blade gleaming with a faint purple light.
He stood on the jade pavement of the square, his figure straight and majestic, like a mountain.
His face looked stern, exuding a calmness that ordinary people did not have.
The most striking thing is his eyes.
A pair of purple eyes.
The purple color was not ordinary purple; it is the color of chaos, the color of the beginning of time.
Purple light swirled in his pupils, like two bottomless purple abyss.
No one could read anything from those eyes; no anger, no intention of killing, in fact no emotion at all.
There is only one kind of absolute calm that is full of despair.
He was surrounded by a layer of translucent purple aura.
The aura was very quiet, so quiet that it almost didn’t seem alive.
However, it was precisely this silence that caused the twelve layers of restrictions to tremble.
The golden aura was as fragile as paper before his presence.
His cultivation level was at the sixth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
In the Grand Hall of the Gods Alliance, where True Gods were everywhere, this did not seem to be considered too high of a value.
However, none of the three thousand elite members of the divine race dared to step forward.
Because they felt something, a fear that came from the depths of their souls, the instinctive reaction of a rabbit meeting a tiger, the despair of a prey seeing its hunter.
For some reason, that level six True Immortal Realm cultivation was more terrifying than any peak level nine True Immortal Realm cultivator they had ever seen.
David.
It’s really David.
Wei Pengkun stood in the main hall, staring at the lonely figure in the square through the light barrier, his face as pale as paper.
His lips trembled, his fingers trembled, and even his heartbeat trembled.
“Youyouhow could you”
His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief, “Hasn’t your physical body been destroyed? Hasn’t your soul been sealed? How could it be you?”
David didn’t answer.
He didn’t even look at Wei Pengkun.
He simply raised his right hand, palm facing up.
A streak of purple flame danced in his palm.
The flame was only the size of a fist, but it was extremely bright, making his face purple.
The flames had an incredibly high temperature, causing the surrounding air to distort and change shape, forming visible ripples.
The sound of the flames flickering was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but every flicker caused the twelve layers of the barrier to tremble.
The flames were inconspicuous; in fact, the flames were quite calm.
But hidden behind that silence is a destructive force. The Flame of Chaos, which suppresses all power in the world.
David raised his eyes and looked at Wei Pengkun.
That gaze was calm, so calm it was scary.
Where is Jiang Xuelan?
He said six words.
No threats, no screaming, no emotional swings. His voice was as calm as if he was asking about today’s weather.
However, those six words almost made Wei Pengkun’s heart stop beating.
Because he felt something hidden behind that calm—a death notice, a greeting from the Angel of Death.
David didn’t ask where he was; he gave him the opportunity to say his last words.
Wei Pengkun gritted his teeth.
His teeth were chattering, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
He mustered all his willpower to avoid fainting on the spot.
“David,” he said with difficulty, every syllable shaking, but he forced himself to speak, “You think you can barge into the Divine Alliance Hall alone? There are three thousand elite troops here! Twelve layers of security!”
His voice grew louder, as if using the volume to cover up his fear, “You’re only a sixth grade True Immortal, so what if it’s really you? Do you still think this is the same place as before? You”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Because David made a move.
FAQ Novel
Q: Why is David’s return to Sixteenth Heaven so surprising and seemingly impossible?
A: David’s return is shocking because his physical body was believed to have been destroyed by two Supreme Elders, and his soul sealed and taken to Seventeenth Heaven, making his intact reappearance in Sixteenth Heaven highly improbable.
Q: What is the significance of the Divine Concord Hall’s ultimate twelve-layered defensive formation?
A: This formation represents the ultimate defense of the Divine Alliance, consisting of twelve layers of holy light shields, each fortified with hundreds of runes and capable of withstanding a full attack from a first-level Gold Immortal. It had never been fully activated before due to lack of an enemy strong enough to warrant it.
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