The man in white watched David break through, a glimmer of satisfaction flashing in his golden eyes.
“The power of the Chaos Pearl is too great; with your current cultivation level, you cannot completely refine it. You need time, resources, and opportunities. But you have taken the first step; the rest of the journey is up to you.”
His body started to become more and more transparent, like wisps of smoke that would be blown away by the wind.
His voice grew quieter and farther away, as if it came from a different time and space.
“My time has come. The 100,000 year wait is finally over.”
David put away the Chaos Pearl and storage ring, looked up at the man in white, and a complex expression flashed across his purple eyes.
“Old Sir, do you have any final requests?”
The man in white fell silent for a moment, his golden eyes staring at the dome of the burial chamber, where a star map was engraved, marking the coordinates of all the heavens and countless worlds.
His gaze fell on the star map for a long time, as if he was looking at his hometown that he would never be able to visit again.
“The Daoist Sect cannot be destroyed.” The sound was very soft, almost inaudible. “This is my only wish.”
David nodded. “This junior promises, senior. The Daoist Sect will not perish.”
The white-clothed man’s lips curled slightly into a smile—a smile of relief, no regrets.
Then, his body completely disappeared.
Specks of white light drifted through the air, like snow falling silently, landing on David’s shoulders, hair, and sword before disappearing.
Silence enveloped the grave again.
Only the luminous crystals on the dome were still emitting a faint light, only the Daoist runes on the walls were still flowing slowly, and only the sealing runes on the stone death coffin were still faintly flashing.
David stood there, watching the direction of the disappearance of the man in white, and remained silent for a long time.
Then, he took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the tomb.
His footsteps were steady, every step firm and sturdy, as if he was measuring a path of no return.
Outside the tomb, Wu Yuan and the cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild waited anxiously.
Wu Yuan held the Dark Abyss Sword, his golden-red eyes fixed on the entrance of the stone tomb. His face was expressionless, but his fingers tapped lightly on the sword hilt, producing a faint thumping sound that showed his inner unease.
Nearly half an hour had passed, and David still hadn’t come out.
What was he experiencing inside?
What did the man in white say to him?
What did he gain?
Wu Yuan didn’t know for sure, but he knew one thing: if David obtained the white-robed man’s inheritance, then David’s value would be even greater.
He had to keep David tightly attached to the war chariot of the Void Merchant Guild, at all costs.
Just then, his divine sense detected something.
On the northern horizon, five black seaplanes were approaching quickly.
The gods have returned.
Wu Yuan’s expression changed.
In that last wave, the Protoss lost more than a dozen people, suffering heavy blows.
However, their number was still more than thirty people. Yan Huo, a level four Gold Immortal, was still there, as were the two level three Gold Immortal elders.
There were only around a dozen people on his side, and the highest cultivation level was his own, a level four Gold Immortal.
If the Protoss launches an attack now, they absolutely cannot stop it.
“Everyone stand by!” Wu Yuan shouted in a low voice.
The cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild quickly scattered and formed a defensive formation, their silver-white armor glinting dazzlingly in the gray sky.
Their faces looked grim, and their hands holding magic tools trembled slightly, but none of them backed away.
Five black seaplanes stopped thirty miles from the stone tomb.
More than thirty divine cultivators jumped off the flying boats, golden holy light flashing on their bodies, dyeing the entire sky golden.
Yanhuo stood at the front, his golden armor covered in dust and black bloodstains, the remnants of the remaining primordial soul attacks.
His face was slightly pale, and there was a deep wound on his left arm from which golden blood was still flowing.
But his eyes remained sharp, still filled with killing intent.
Behind him, two elders at the third level of the Golden Immortal realm were also injured; one had a laceration on his chest, and the other was limping on his right leg.
The other divine cultivators were also injured, some lightly and some seriously, but none of them retreated.
Yan Huo’s gaze fell on Wu Yuan, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“President Wu, we meet again.”
Wu Yuan held the Dark Abyss Sword, his golden-red eyes fixed on Yan Huo, his face expressionless.
“Vice Palace Master Yan, your people from the Divine Clan are truly persistent,” Wu Yuan said coldly.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the Chaos Pearl?
A: The Chaos Pearl is the core of the Chaos Dao Palace, condensed by Daoist ancestors, containing the complete laws of the Dao of Chaos.
Q: What immediate effect did the Chaos Pearl have on David?
A: Upon acquiring the Chaos Pearl, David’s cultivation instantly leapfrogged from the mid-stage eighth rank to the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
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