Chapter 41: The Bitterness That Makes One Question Life

It was rather strange. This apocalypse seemed to be different somehow, but Qin Xiaoyu couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed. Upon reflection, her memories of the past twenty years of the apocalypse were hazy, except for the medicinal formulas she had etched deeply into her mind—they remained crystal clear.

Suddenly, Qin Xiaoyu recalled something and turned to ask, “Mom, have you all decided whether to move or stay?”

An Xian replied, “It depends on what the villagers decide. If they move, then we move too.”

“Can we go see the health-preserving furnace? It’s been a long time since I last saw that old friend. I’m genuinely curious about it; I always felt there was something unusual about it,” Wang Xuan asked.

“Sure, no problem. I’ll take you there,” Sword Immortal laughed, mentioning that the Chongxiao Palace might return the furnace to her someday.

The two shifted positions swiftly, exchanging blows that shattered the heavens with thunderous roars of cosmic laws. Their swords, blades, and spears tore apart the celestial expanse. These two formidable warriors emerged from the greatest rift in the highest spiritual realm and battled their way into the decaying outer universe.

Li Fanhai merely uttered a word before entering, and Xu Fengzhen, her expression shifting, quickly followed him inside. They glanced at each table until they found Qi Zhongyi at the forestry bureau’s seat.

At present, Ye Luo’s impression of her was that she was foolish but wealthy and odd. It was neither a flattering nor an entirely negative judgment, but rather something neutral for the time being.

The Bat Dragon was a creature of the tenth-tier level, exuding a chilling aura. Thick black mist spread out, casting a gloomy shadow over the ground it stood upon.

Shen Lang, uninterested in the others, once again unleashed the power of the Profound Fire Mirror, manifesting a fiery dragon that blocked the righteous warriors.

He turned and left, now considering the use of “N-Material,” an extract refined from an ancient “Blessed Land.”

An Yan distinctly sensed a terrifying killing intent flash from him, but it was forcibly suppressed in the end.

The eastern palace was adorned with splendid red carpets, lanterns hung high, “double happiness” characters pasted on the windows, and jade towers and golden halls bustled with festive cheer.

“Don’t worry. No matter how much you torture me, I won’t reveal a single word that could threaten Shuang Qing,” Kang Xin solemnly swore, extending four fingers.

“Alright, once we cross this bridge and reach the other side, you can enter the Dragon Palace directly,” Ao Qian said nonchalantly.

Capturing someone while they were unconscious was naturally more domineering and fierce than when they were awake. Though there were no severe side effects, a dull headache and dizziness were inevitable.

On this great mountain, the trees were sparse but extraordinarily thick. Within likely dwelled all manner of massive beasts and fierce birds. Only such terrain could accommodate those enormous bodies, which also meant that spiritual herbs grew here in the mountains.

Lian Yi was taken away by the household servant to work at another ruin. Before leaving, she cast a concerned glance at Qian Ze.

Even the mighty Hongjun Dao Ancestor of the Primordial Plane could only persist through unity, yet Ye Fan now wondered whether the immortals of the Zhantian Plane could reach the heights of the ring’s maker.

The Ghost Emperor approached the stone bed and struck the stone wall beside it with a heavy palm, causing a crack to form.

“So you just charged into the prison and tore Xia Jushu into pieces?” Tian Xin joked, revealing a fact that shocked Feng Qie.

Zhou Chen glanced over, thinking, This isn’t good. Judging by the looks of it, they really intended to use him as bait—and it was glaringly obvious bait, like a bonfire blazing in the black night, dazzlingly bright.

The Ottoman Empire’s navy had fully grasped the essentials after training from the Summer Empire. The only thing left was to continually hone their operational skills.

The price in the Chinese Empire didn’t spike as sharply; it rose only by fifty that day. However, in the following days, prices steadily climbed, making life difficult for most people domestically.

“Let’s eat first. We’re heading to America,” Zhan Tian said without changing expression before returning indoors.

“Well then, thanks in advance, Mr. Zhan. I wonder about these soldiers—” Li Weiguo was cut off by Zhan Tian before finishing his sentence.