Chapter 39

Before Fuxi, the somber mysterious tortoise lowered its head. Upon its heavy shell, forty-five black and white points of light merged, surging forth a divine light of unity—neither clearly light nor dark, black nor white. This brilliance manifested into three hundred and sixty layers of grayish-white barriers, isolating and blocking the countless waves of destruction surging toward him.

He suppressed the trace of melancholy in his eyes and gently removed her hand. "Why do you like touching my nose so much?" He looked at her with eyes growing increasingly tender.

As their mournful cries echoed across the heavens, Ouyang Yan glanced at the others who had regained consciousness, as well as Yang Yanfei, who was checking on everyone’s injuries, and could not help but frown.

Early that morning, Leng Ao arrived at the Reincarnation Sect, joined Jun Mochen and the others, and departed from the Monster Beast Mountain Range, heading straight for the Imperial City.

The matter of the Solitary Sword Art was of great importance; even a figure like Tian Xuanzi would inevitably find it tempting.

Some of the leaders, long accustomed to freedom and indifferent to the idea of amnesty, began to harbor many doubts about their future after amnesty, pondering the words Lu Zhishen had just spoken.

In time, the people of Liangshan Marsh would surely realize that although Song Jiang held great prestige and profound righteousness in the world of martial arts, he was far inferior to Lu Junyi when it came to dealing with the prospect of amnesty.

Jia Rong mingled among the crowd, secretly exiting the imperial palace. After changing his attire in a secluded spot, he went to rendezvous with the servants of the Ningguo Mansion.

A profound, resonant character—"Seal"—guided a strange, swirling power through the void.

Qianye spoke with such feigned innocence that the expert from the Hall of Yama grew incensed, vomiting a mouthful of black blood on the spot.

"Yes, yes, you don't have to trust us now; just watch what we do next." An Mingzhu, understanding deeply how much a child lacking a sense of security struggles to trust others, spoke with an even gentler tone.

A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, piercing straight through the body of Chen Yan, who was suspended in mid-air, tearing through every inch of his skin.

Dai Mubai’s arm was instantly shattered by his opponent as if it were nothing more than bean curd residue; it looked as fragile as wet paper.

"Are you referring to a cultivation method similar to nurturing human cauldrons?" Fang Rui asked, lost in thought.

Lying flat on the ground, for the first time, he found the sky so blue and the white clouds so pure.

Back then, his name had appeared on the list, but he had not yet arrived in the country.

It was during their time together that the older sister, Gwenyth, jokingly invited Wang Dachun to make a cameo appearance.

Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. Feeling a breeze against her chest, she instantly understood and reached out with a touch of jealousy: she had to admit, the feeling was truly excellent.

"Enter!" A moment later, following a reverberating, thunderous sound, the massive doors—which had remained unmoved despite the Thunder Monkey’s full-force punch—slowly opened to both sides, revealing a top-level space covered in thunderous patterns and filled with terrifying electrical energy.

The Third Prince possessed a grand vision, and now that they understood this, they could not help but admire him.

In the Purple Cloud Hall, Yin Shan noticed that Luo Xie’s mood had been low for the past two days. Thinking he was upset by the gossip spread by his fellow disciples, she could not help but comfort him.

"Get lost, what the hell do you know!" The Golden Commander, flushed with shame and anger, raised his leg to kick Hou Yongnian.

Qin Zhengmin recounted the story of how Yao Jing bravely saved someone that day, and the onlookers admired her even more.

"Hehe, won't be long before you become the best editor in the company?" Mengxi smiled.

Although Mo Yu had no prior creative experience, he understood one thing: for an original work, spoilers were the most fatal blow.

He then ordered the other party to organize the company’s experts in the field to conduct a comprehensive assessment of "Battle Through the Heavens."

He reached out and stroked Big Bear’s head, then used a trace of magic to cleanse its body. A moment later, Jiang Yuan withdrew his hand, meeting Big Bear’s reluctant gaze.

In Xie Miaomiao’s view, as long as she lowered her stance, Su Qifeng would accept her again.

Dongfang Bubai’s emotions were equally curious; Su Qingqing’s remained as stable as ever; Chen Li’s seemed somewhat expectant, while the old eunuch remained in a state of terror.

Liang Jinyi did not know if the instructor was talking to himself or to her, so she did not dare to respond casually.

He did not intend to challenge anyone for the time being, but if the sect required it, he could step up; even challenging those of a higher rank was not impossible.

Having walked about ten meters, I felt so nauseated I wanted to vomit. Seeing that the cave seemed to stretch on for a long way, I began to lose heart. "Teacher," I said, "should I just wait for you outside?"

With Commander Lu Bu, deputy Zhang Babai, military strategists Cheng Yu and Xun You, plus the support of Cao Xing’s artillery unit, they were absolutely invincible and unstoppable.

"Yujuan, I was right, wasn't I?" Yang Tiancheng’s gaze fell once again upon Liu Yujuan.

Having said that, Wukong tossed his Golden Staff into mid-air, causing it to grow ten thousand feet tall, shaking the very foundations of the Three Realms.

Lu Zhenyu was confused, but not wanting to offend Liu Zuxuan, he moved his desk and chair back.

Zhao Yuan had stayed at the Tan residence for a bit too long. He said nothing more, bent down to pick up the dagger, and brushed off his hands.

Ding Ke’er thought for a moment and discussed it with Ding Zhijun: "Dad, I see no one is looking after Jingtian. Why don't you stay here after the surgery is done?"

"Not suitable? Then what would be suitable? Do you think I’m not rich enough?" Chen Guanglei sneered.

Hearing the sound, Tang Fei opened the door to see Zhou Weichuan smiling in the sunlight. For a moment, she was pleasantly dazed, as if the person she had been waiting for had finally appeared.

But her head was dizzy, and her limbs felt as limp as noodles. When she opened her eyes, everything around her was shadowy and indistinct. She felt as though she were stepping on clouds; with every step forward, the world spun and inverted, and the surrounding scenery swayed violently.

Not knowing how to answer, she felt even more at a loss now. She looked at him, bit her lip, and buried her head back into Xiao Yue’s embrace.

Xiao Jun did not know who Tang Yi was, but since he was Brother Wei’s boss, he was definitely someone they could not afford to provoke. Seeing Yu Qing’s reckless arrogance, Xiao Jun slapped him across the face.