Some people knelt and kowtowed, some hugged and cried, and some looked at the sun with their arms outstretched, as if they wanted to embrace all the light they had never seen before in their lives.
He turned his head slightly, his purple eyes fixed on Gugen on the edge of the ruins in the distance.
The old figure leaned against a wooden stick, his hunched body casting a long shadow under the sunlight. Tears welled up in his misty eyes, but within them radiated an unprecedented peace and tranquility.
David shifted his gaze, his voice calm but containing almost imperceptible warmth: “The Jintu matter is over. They are now their own masters.”
He raised his hand and waved it slowly. A beam of purplish-gray chaotic primordial power penetrated the void like an invisible thread and quietly entered Gu Gen’s thin body.
That weak but gentle power could nourish the body, prolong life, and prevent the old man from being tormented by illness for the rest of his life.
Instantly, David turned around, raised his palm, and a gray-purple light enveloped Hao Ling’s body, temporarily releasing a bit of the sealed divine power from him, enough to maintain his basic mobility, but still firmly locking his core cultivation.
“Let’s go,” David said calmly.
He stepped out of the hall, his gray robe fluttering, and his figure shot into the sky like a purplish-gray beam of light that tore through space, towering thousands of feet high.
Hao Ling followed closely, his golden divine radiance dimming quite a lot, but he still managed to keep up with David’s speed.
On the ground below, countless mortals on the Earth of Ashes looked up and saw a gray-purple figure breaking through the clouds and disappearing into the sky that was slowly turning blue.
Some shouted, some knelt in worship, and some raised their hands above their heads while shouting: “The Messenger of Allah has gone! The Messenger of Allah has left heaven for us!”
Gugen stood at the forefront of the crowd, his dry lips moving slightly. Her misty, tear-filled eyes stared at the fading streak of gray-purple light, and she muttered under her breath, “He’s not a divine messenger. He’s the savior of our Ashlands. A true, living, breathing savior.”
The young man beside him chimed in, “Teacher Gu, how can we remember him? What will we do in the future?”
Gugen raised his wrinkled hand to wipe the tears on his face, a flash of determination flashed in his misty eyes: “A statue. Erect the tallest statue, so that generations of Jintu people will remember this day, remember the man who returned the sun to us.”
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the nature of the soul restriction?
A: The soul restriction was personally planted by the patriarch of the Haotian God Clan to prevent leaks, track location, and act as a detonator.
Q: What are the risks of attempting to remove the restriction?
A: Attempting to remove the restriction could either trigger its detonation, causing immediate destruction, or alert the Haotian God Clan, leading to remote activation and annihilation.
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