<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5437</h2>


    About half an hourter, the sound of breaking air could be heard from the distant sky. The previously departed golden-armored guards returned, apanied by two cultivators with even more powerful auras.


    The leader, d in silver armor and with a resolute expression, wore a token inscribed with the words “Divine King Pce” at his waist, clearly the leader of the golden-armored guards.


    “The Fourth Pce Master has ordered us to bring him into the pce.”


    The silver-armoredmander said in a deep voice. His gaze scanned David’s injuries, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. To be able to withstand the bacsh of the Heavenly Dao from two realms with the cultivation of a second-grade Earthly Immortal and still survive—such resilience is truly rare.<fnf4fd> Read full story at Find[?]ovel</fnf4fd>


    Two golden-armored guards stepped forward, carefully helping David to his feet and supporting him by the arm as he stepped onto the flying magical instrument.


    The magical weapon transformed into a streak of golden light, streaking towards the sky.


    David looked down, beholding the grasnds below him, spreading like a green velvet carpet. Mountains rose and fell in the distance. The immortal aura was so dense it seemed almost tangible, a stark contrast to the utter silence and darkness of the Sixth Heaven.


    After approximately an hour of flight, the outline of a magnificent pce gradually emerged from the misty clouds ahead.


    Constructed entirely of white jade, its roof covered in golden zed tiles, it shimmered in the sunlight. Countless sacred runes swirled across the walls, emanating an aura of subjugating majesty.


    Nine golden pirs of light surrounded the pce, piercing the heavens. Golden-armored guards could be vaguely seen patrolling between the pirs, a terrifying presence.


    “That’s the Divine King Pce,”


    The golden-armored guard beside him whispered, his tone filled with barely concealed awe. “Since the Ancient Divine War, the Divine King Pce has been the sacred ground of the Eighth Heaven, jointly ruled by four hall masters, who safeguard the temple’s legacy.”


    A magical instrument slowly descended upon the square in front of the Divine King Pce. In its center stood a massive statue, d in imperial robes and holding a scepter. Its gaze gazed majestically down upon all who knew it: the ancestor of the ancient Divine Temple.


    Supported by the golden-armored guards, David crossed the square. With each step he took on the white jade tiles engraved with runes, he felt a gentle force envelop his body, easing his pain somewhat.


    Passing through theyers of pce gates, they arrived at a grand hall known as the “Qingxu Hall.”


    A woman stood before the hall’s gate. Seeing her, the silver-armoredmander stopped and bowed respectfully toward the hall. “Miss Yunxiu, Sixth Heaven cultivator David has been brought here. Please report to the Fourth Hall Master.”.


    David nced at Yunxiu and was instantly overjoyed. After all, they were old acquaintances, and Yunxiu had even saved him.


    “Miss Yunxiu, how are you?”


    David said with a broad grin.


    Seeing David like this, Yunxiu was somewhat surprised and said, “Your strength has increased rather rapidly. You’ve already reached the Second Stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm.”


    “Miss Yunxiu, you’re joking. Compared to you, my strength is far from impressive,”


    David said with shame.


    “Don’t be so modest. The Fourth Pce Master knows all about your deeds.”


    Yunxiu smiled, making it clear that David’s every move was under his watch.


    David was stunned for a moment, then gave a helpless smile.


    “Let him in.” A clear, soft female voice echoed from within the hall, like the sh of jade and stone, carrying an inexplicable majesty.


    Yunxiu waved her hand, and the silver-armoredmander left, then slowly walked back in with David.


    The interior of the hall was extremely spacious. On the high tform in the center stood a white jade chair, on which sat a woman in a light green pce dress.


    She looked no more than twenty years old, with skin as white as snow, eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as a painting, and a faint green aura lingering around her body. Although she did not release any pressure, she made people feel awe involuntarily – this was the fourth hall master of the Pce of the God King, Ling Xi.


    Ling Xi’s gaze fell on David, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her clear eyes were full of doubts.


    She waved her hand and released a green spiritual power, which enveloped David’s body. After a moment, the spiritual power was retracted, and her doubts became even greater: “Nearly half of the meridians in your body are broken, and your soul is eroded by the power of thew. Your cultivation level is only at the first level of the Earthly Immortal Realm.