The stone pillars, as thick as seven people could hug each other, were filled with reliefs depicting the achievements of the gods. Under the purple light sword, the pillar split into two without a sound.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror, without a single nick, as if cut by the laws of heaven and earth itself.
Wei Pengkun’s expression changed completely.
He finally understood why the two Great Elders had not returned, while David had already returned.
He turned and ran.
Just run without caring about anything in this world.
The dignity of the leader of the alliance, the glory of the gods, and the behavior of a king, all became the stuff of jokes in his mind.
All he wanted now was to survive, escape from here, and go as far as possible.
He activated his half-step Gold Immortal level movement technique, turning himself into a golden beam of light and shot towards the depths of the main hall.
David didn’t continue.
He didn’t even turn his head in the direction Wei Pengkun ran.
He simply sheathed the Dragon Slayer Sword then climbed the stairs one by one.
His footsteps were not fast; in fact, you could say it’s very slow.
Every step was anchored firmly on the jade steps, the sound of footsteps echoing in the eerily silent square.
Three thousand elite members of the god race stepped aside to make way for him, three zhang away. No one dared to block his path or step forward.
The cultivators’ legs trembled, their weapons clattered in their hands, and their eyes filled with unconcealed fear.
David walked among them, like a king walking through a palace.
No, not the king. Even a king must consider the wishes of his people.
He is the Angel of Death, claiming lives with every step he takes.
Whether the people knelt or not, whether they submitted or not, they all trembled before Him.
He entered the main hall.
The sacred cultivators within the hall retreated like a tidal wave.
Dozens of elders, hundreds of deacons, and hundreds of guards—no one dared to move.
They retreated, retreated desperately, retreating against the walls, behind the pillars, and into the corners of the main hall.
Some people were shaking, some were praying, and some were so scared they fainted.
David’s gaze swept across the main hall, as calm as if he was surveying his own territory.
“Where is Jiang Xuelan?” he asked again.
A god-level cultivator pointed shakily towards the back of the main hall.
His fingers were shaking so badly that he could barely point, and his voice faltered as he said, “In the basement in the basement behind the main hall.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
David ignored him and walked straight through the main hall towards the basement at the back.
He walked calmly, his back straight.
The cyan robes stood in stark contrast to the golden light of the hall, like a purple sword slashing through a sea of gold.
No one dared to follow, and no one dared to make a sound.
Only the sound of rapid breathing and grinding teeth filled the hall.
It was only after David’s figure disappeared into the depths of the hall that an elder slumped to the floor against the wall, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
“He’s back”
The word “him” is scarier than the word “death.”
The basement of the Protoss Alliance is located in the deepest part of the main hall, tens of meters underground.
The passage to the dungeon was a narrow staircase, no more than three feet wide, so that only one person could pass at a time.
The walls on both sides of the passage were made of meteorite iron from outer space, three feet thick, and covered with sealing runes.
There is a rune every seven steps. Some of these runes were holy light barriers from ancient gods, while others were sealing spells from the Yin-Yang Sect. Layer by layer, these runes turned the entire passage into an impenetrable cage.
There were no lights or candles in the passage, but the runes on the walls gave off a pale golden light.
The light was cold, so cold that it was bone-chilling, like a chill that seeped from the marrow of one’s bones.
The air was stale with a damp and rotten smell, mixed with the faint, almost unbearable smell of blood.
That was the sweat, blood, tears, and desperate gasps left by countless prisoners in the dungeon.
At the end of the hall was a door that was two zhang high.
The door was forged from a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron, and its thickness was astonishing; it was impossible to push it open.
The door was closed by a very tight lock, not a normal lock, but seven layers of seals that overlapped each other.
Each seal was based on a different law, set by seven elders at the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm. Everything was interconnected, and breaking one seal would trigger the counter-effects of the other six seals.
The seven elders took turns working day and night to keep the seal functioning.
These seven seals required the power of a Golden Immortal to be forcibly opened.
In these sixteen heavens, Gold Immortals were almost legendary beings, so this door had never been opened from the outside.
FAQ NovelQ: What is the significance of the ‘Dragon Slayer Sword’ and its purple light?A: The Dragon Slayer Sword’s purple light signifies its immense, concentrated power, capable of bypassing conventional defenses and consuming the very laws that uphold them.Q: How does the ‘Chaos Fire’ interact with the ‘golden sacred light’ barriers?A: The Chaos Fire actively consumes the laws within the golden sacred light barriers, making them irreparable and causing them to melt away instantly upon contact with the sword’s blade.The mightiest of barriers crumble and the strongest of cultivators are left defenseless against this overwhelming onslaught.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the key characteristic of the sword light in Chapter 6515?
A: The sword light is exceptionally condensed, only around three feet long but emitting a dazzling purple light like a small sun, and it moves with incredible speed without any complex techniques.
Q: How does the protagonist’s attack manage to overcome multiple barrier shields so easily?
A: The attack employs the Fire of Chaos, which directly devours the power of the law contained within the sacred golden holy light, rendering the barriers incapable of repair and causing them to melt away silently upon contact.
Q: What were the immediate consequences for those defending against the attack?
A: The elders controlling the formation suffered severe internal backlash, coughing up blood and experiencing damaged meridians and agitated internal organs as their ultimate defenses were systematically shattered.
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