Volume 1, Chapter 25: Is That It?

Chu Feng placed the device outside the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Court. At this moment, atop a silver-white high platform, two intersecting semicircular arches stood prominently in the center.

Zhan Xiao’s vision began to blur. He saw a multitude of people before him, all gazing at him with curiosity. As he drew closer, the figures in his sight multiplied into overlapping ghosts, until he finally collapsed at the feet of an old monk.

Master Ziyin became even more courteous. Having witnessed Chu Feng’s true strength, he knew that unless the ancient gods emerged, there was likely no one in this world who could be a match for him.

Yet, even so, ripples of energy continued to radiate downward, shattering the universe beneath the Void Realm into pieces.

Ye Xing grabbed him, pried his mouth open, and fed him another healing pill. This only made Bai Ni more frantic; he lashed out at Ye Xing repeatedly. At this point, Bai Ni had long lost the poise of the Young Alliance Master of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, appearing entirely like a madman.

"We are ashamed. With you away, we have moved into your home so unceremoniously," Tao Pu said, looking chagrined.

The eleven of them stood back-to-back, each brandishing a weapon, ready to fight at any moment.

Both the Momentum of Slaughter and the Momentum of Thunder had reached the ninth-layer peak, on the verge of transforming into a Domain of Heaven and Earth.

"Is there any evidence for this?" Hu Pinzhi frowned. Anything involving foreigners was inevitably chaotic; the imperial court couldn't control it, and local authorities found it hard to manage.

Feeling out of sorts, Lu Feng didn't want to talk anymore. He just waited for Wang Hao to finish his assessment so they could return. Just then, however, the Zongjian Sect announced that the day’s assessments were over and the rest would continue tomorrow. With no other choice, he led Wang Hao toward the inn at the foot of the mountain.

"I don't know. That is the only image in my mind; now, my mind is a complete blank," Song Weili said, dazed. Much had been forgotten, but many instincts still remained.

Gu Meng was not that kind of person; how could she have said such things so easily? There must be a reason behind it.

The Black Ox King’s seventh Floating Life Fruit reached his stomach, which suddenly began to swell like a balloon. Eventually, his belly pressed against the ground, lifting all four of his hooves into the air—a truly comical sight.

The villagers looked inquisitively at Bi Luo, the lord who possessed the most knowledge of magic here, only to find him equally puzzled, unable to fathom what that box was all about.

This breakthrough was entirely natural, a result of the old monk using the power of the Dark Buddha to force it through.

Even though they were fighting in another world, the mental barrier planted deep in their hearts remained. Commander Ren and the others worried that if this gap were opened, it would truly unleash Pandora’s Box.

Wu Sihui still had to give He Jiazhang some face; after all, He Jiazhang had a backer, and more importantly, he was not an unpleasant person. In official circles, He Jiazhang was very seasoned.

Sitting at the anchor desk, Zhang Lu looked nothing like a man approaching sixty! The sonorous power of his voice stirred the nerves of everyone watching the match.

Watching Gao Chuan, who had changed into his gear early, Rossi said casually, "Don't be impatient. I believe Delia will definitely give you a chance to play."

The advantage was that Zhou Nan possessed the hands of a natural pianist; his reach could naturally cover two more keys than others. However, to develop in this field, a vast amount of practice was still required.

The Battlefield of the Underworld Moon was, as the name implied, a battlefield created by the Underworld God, Beiming Yue. It faced that streak of blood-red moon in the sky, shimmering with an ancient, eerie light amidst endless desolation.

The next day, Lin Feng rose early to absorb the purple dawn mist. Shortly after he finished, Elder Cheng arrived.

"What's wrong, Mom? Is something on your mind?" Han Ke asked with concern as soon as he entered the room and saw Qin Mei sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

"The Underworld is the Underworld; it is not the dusk," the Supreme Underworld Evil Emperor uttered a cryptic remark.

"I promise, as long as I am not certain I can win, I absolutely will not step up! Just let me contribute some small effort, or else I won't be able to live with myself," I said.

The defensive array stalled. Lin Feng’s divine sense did not delay, flying directly toward the long letter held in the Xuanwu snake's mouth. While deducing the array, Lin Feng had discovered the traces of the array-fixing seal left by Great Yu, which were located precisely in the snake’s tongue.

Directly in front, a young man shouted slogans at the top of his lungs: "Resist dictatorship, resist nuclear weapons! Resist dictatorship, resist nuclear weapons!" His voice was hoarse and strained, and more people joined his ranks, forming a long, winding line.

Han Ke didn't know there was such a restaurant behind the school; it looked quite popular. Fortunately, the two of them had arrived early, or they likely wouldn't have found a seat.

Wu Yinkun’s bright eyes began to dance again. We sat under the ripe ginkgo trees, and the mountain wind seemed to take on color in the dark of night. I struggled to quell my shock, trying to steady myself to handle these sudden changes. Should I be happy or resistant?

To be Su Nan’s sister-in-law, one could assume she wasn't very old; Li Xiaojuan was only about ten years older than Song Tingchuan and Su Nan.

As night fell, Zhou Jinchu stood with his back to the tent flap, counting silently in his heart, second by second, until the last ray of sunlight vanished.

Fang Xuan’s face was resolute. He gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, fear absent from his eyes. Swinging the long blade, he engaged the incoming Qilin Douluo in a fierce struggle once more.

But the principal had already made the decision. What could she do? She could only signal to her son with her eyes to go easy on him later.

Wang Quan already had a plan in mind; the Future Divine Talisman Technique, Ghost-Driving Arts, and the like would all become auxiliary. Supernatural powers were his true capital for standing above others.