His exposed arms were so thin they were almost just skin and bones, and his skin was covered in countless scars, some from whippings, some from burns, and some from being burned by some kind of magical artifact.
His hands were bound by pitch black chains that extended from the walls, binding him tightly to the cold stone.
The chains were covered in sealing runes and constantly radiated an eerie blue light.
Every time the light flickered, a portion of his spiritual power was drained to keep the seal functioning.
His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were chapped and bleeding.
Her black hair, which had previously flowed beautifully, was now messy, covering half of her face.
He huddled in a corner, as if trying to shrink himself as much as possible to fend off the cold.
Hearing the sound of the door collapsing, he slowly raised his head.
His messy black hair was loose, revealing a thin but stubborn face.
Her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with tears, but she held them back.
Those eyes, which should have been bright and full of life, were now covered in a layer of gray despair, like ashes that had extinguished all light and warmth.
Then he saw the person at the door.
He wore a long blue robe, a long sword at his waist, and his figure was as straight as ever.
Those purple eyes shone brightly in the darkness; the light was not cold, but warm, like a purple sun that dispelled all the gloom and despair in the dungeon.
He was surrounded by a faint purple aura, which was not dazzling, but exposed all the fear in his heart.
Jiang Xuelan was stunned.
“David”
Her lips trembled, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible, “David is that you? Am I dreaming?”
David remained silent.
He walked quickly, every step steady and sure.
He squatted down and reached out to grab the God Locking Chain. Sensing the disturbance, the sealing runes on the chains suddenly emitted a dazzling and sinister blue light, attempting to resist.
However, chaotic flames burst out from David’s palm, burning the runes and chains to ashes.
The chain broke and fell to the ground with a loud clang.
The sound of sealing runes shattering resounded within the cell, like shackles finally breaking free.
Jiang Xuelan’s hands had been freed, but there were two deep, bloody scars on her wrists. His skin was chafed from the chains, exposing the pink flesh beneath.
Ignoring the pain, she threw herself into David’s arms, her thin arms hugging his back tightly, as if she wanted to melt her entire being into his body.
His body was shaking violently, not because of the cold, but because his emotions, which had been suppressed for a long time, had finally found an outlet.
“I thought you were dead. I thought you would never come back.”
His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, “Those divine cultivators talk outside the dungeon every day, saying that your physical body is destroyed, your soul is sealed, that your life is over. They talk about it every day, they laugh about it every day I think I think”
She couldn’t bear to continue, so she buried her face in his chest and sobbed bitterly.
It wasn’t a soft sob, nor was it a held back tear; it was a heart wrenching cry.
He vented all his complaints, fears, and despair through his tears.
All the tears held back in prison, all the pain suppressed during torture, all the bitterness endured alone in despair, all poured out at this moment.
He cried so hard that his whole body was shaking, sobbing uncontrollably, and his voice became hoarse.
Her tears soaked David’s clothes, but he didn’t seem to notice.
David remained silent.
He just hugged her.
He put his arm around her shoulder and patted her back gently with the other.
His movements were light and slow, but carried a calming power.
The power of chaos turned into a thin layer of light that enveloped him, providing warmth, security, and protection from the cold of the dungeon.
A very, very long time has passed.
Jiang Xuelan’s crying gradually subsided, turning from wailing to sobbing, and from sobbing to choking.
He looked up at David, his eyes glistening with tears.
Her eyes were red like a rabbit’s, her face was covered in tears, and her lips were still trembling slightly, but there was already a glimmer of light in her eyes.
“How can your cultivation level only be at the sixth rank of the True Immortal Realm?” His voice was still weak, but there was a hint of doubt in his tone. “You don’t”
“It’s a long story.”
David raised his hand and gently wiped her tears with his knuckles. “We’ll talk about it when we get back. Now, I’ll take you first.”
He stood up and lifted Jiang Xuelan into his arms.
The body is very light, really very light.
After being imprisoned in the dungeon for so long, his spiritual power was sealed, his physical body was weak, and even his bones felt lighter.
FAQ NovelQ: What is the significance of David’s ‘Chaos Fire’?A: Chaos Fire appears to be an exceptionally potent and unconventional energy source capable of disintegrating powerful enchantments and ancient seals with remarkable ease.Q: What kind of entity could have created a seal so difficult to break?A: The seal’s final layer, resisting even Chaos Fire, was described as containing the power of laws at the ‘Golden Immortal God’ level, suggesting it was created by an incredibly powerful, perhaps divine, ancient being.This chapter unveils a pivotal moment where immense power shatters ancient barriers, leaving us to ponder what lies beyond the newly opened path.
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Q: What significant obstacle is overcome in this chapter?
A: An ancient, seven-layered seal that guarded a millennia-old door is effortlessly dismantled.
Q: What unique power is displayed in breaking the seal?
A: The extraordinary and destructive capabilities of ‘Chaos Fire’ are unveiled as it consumes all restrictions.
What do you imagine awaits beyond the threshold of such an ancient and heavily guarded entrance?