Before he left, he didn’t leave with any certainty, only saying “I’m going to seek a glimmer of hope” before venturing alone into the unknown outer realms.
No one knew whether he would live or die, no one knew whether he could break through the barrier of the Heavenly Realm and find the opportunity to reverse the Heavenly Dao, and no one dared to be certain that this young man who supported all the hopes of the remaining cultivators of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven could return alive.
Especially in the desperate situation where the Heavenly Dao of the Twenty-Sixth Heaven is becoming increasingly violent, the rules are becoming increasingly chaotic, and the pressure from the Heavenly Pivot Sect is becoming increasingly terrifying, every day of barely surviving is an extreme torment to one’s mind and spirit.
David’s mind stirred slightly, and his previously steady pace suddenly accelerated.
There was no earth-shattering light, no sharp sound of tearing through the air; with just a simple step, his figure traversed tens of millions of miles of void.
In an instant, it pierced through the thick barrier of the celestial realm and stepped steadily into the familiar yet dilapidated Twenty-Sixth Heaven from the vast and desolate outer realms of the heavens.
The moment one sets foot in this world, one is immediately struck by the decaying, desolate, and violent aura of the Heavenly Dao.
The sky above was a hazy gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, and devoid of wind and clouds. Only broken patterns of the Heavenly Dao wandered haphazardly in the air, occasionally unleashing irregular Heavenly Dao punishments that shattered mountains and rivers, burned forests, and slaughtered living beings.
The earth was cracked and parched, the spiritual veins were depleted, the vegetation was withered, and everywhere there were traces of the scorching power of the Heavenly Dao. The air was filled with a thick sense of despair and death.
Since the last great battle between David and Heng Xuan, the pressure of the Heavenly Dao has been constantly descending, and the Twenty-Sixth Heaven is now almost like the end of the world.
Heng Xuan, relying on his status as an agent of the Order, constantly used the Heavenly Order to suppress the masses.
At this moment, what he needs is violent suppression, especially against those who have rebelled against him.
The previous illusion of tranquility and peace has long since vanished.
A faint golden glow swirled around him as he stood steadily high in the sky, his steps light and graceful.
The entire restless world suddenly fell silent the moment he appeared.
The chaotic flow of celestial energy ceased, the shattered patterns of rules quietly receded, and the violent aura that had ravaged heaven and earth instantly dissipated.
The vast twenty-six heavens, the ancient and turbulent order of heaven and earth, completely held their breath and bowed down because of his return alone.
A faint smile flashed across David’s eyes. He didn’t feel any overwhelming domineering aura, but rather a touch of casual sentimentality.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to this wretched place. I didn’t expect that this broken Heavenly Dao would be so perceptive.
Too lazy to linger, he followed the incredibly clear mental connection in his heart, his gaze piercing through layers of mountains and vast wastelands, precisely locking onto a hidden valley a thousand miles away.
That was the secret hiding place they had agreed upon, avoiding the detection range of the Tian Shu Sect and the core area where the Heavenly Dao was rampant. It was the only place in this desperate situation where they could barely find a safe place to stay.
With a swift movement, he vanished without a trace.
Without disturbing any living creatures or causing any disturbance to the heavens and earth, David landed in an instant, like a carefree cloud or a wild crane, and stood steadily at the entrance of the valley.
The valley was sparsely vegetated and lacked spiritual energy, yet it was kept clean and tidy.
Several figures stood quietly in the valley’s open space, all with solemn expressions and worried eyes. They would occasionally look up at the gray sky, their eyes filled with lingering anxiety and concern.
With her aloof demeanor and otherworldly grace, Jiang Xuelan wore a pristine white robe. Her fingertips unconsciously twirled her sleeves, and beneath her usually calm and composed expression lay an unyielding worry.
These days, she maintained her emotional bond with David day and night, sensing his fleeting presence in distant lands, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes hidden, sometimes visible. Countless nights, she feared that the bond would be completely severed, and they would be separated forever.
Ling Xiyue, standing to the side, had red eyes and a pale, haggard face. Her once lively and cheerful eyes were now dull and lifeless. She stayed in the valley all day long, never leaving it, hoping for the return of that familiar figure.
Canfeng and Canfei stood side by side, covered in dust and radiating an aura of constant vigilance and menacing presence.
Both were taciturn and tense, constantly on guard against the Tian Shu Sect’s patrols and the dangers of the Heavenly Dao, silently protecting the two people in the valley and waiting for their only pillar of support.
When David resolutely ventured to the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, no one knew what the future held. They guarded this broken world, evading the pursuit and extermination by the Tian Shu Sect while enduring day after day of despair, desperately waiting for his return.