Volume 1, Chapter 27: At the Critical Moment

Wang Dong stood beside the old dog, staring at the tall poplar tree. With a gun in one hand, he patted the dog’s head with the other.
"Good boy, you spotted it from this far away? Not bad, old timer. Just wait; if we manage to bag it tonight, I'll share some meat with you."

Xiangyu caught up in a few quick strides.
"Where? Where is it?"

"Don't worry, Father. I share a psychic bond with the Black Oil Dragon Egg; I can sense exactly where it is," Russell laughed.

With a single pounce, the giant panther dragged its body toward the window, throwing it directly onto the ground and causing a heavy impact.

The anomaly could bewitch everyone into revolving around Chu Nuannuan, but it could not stop Zheng Ling’s self-driven desire to have an affair and father a son who carried his own name to continue the Zheng family line.

The Experimental Center of the Grand Scholars' Round Table finally brought good news: after days and nights of collaborative deduction between the Grand Scholars and the Dragon Knights, they had finally deciphered the magical structure of the Gate of Otherworlds.

Upon completing his training, he achieved a profound awakening, returned to his true self, and journeyed toward the holy land in his heart. There, he translated and contemplated the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures from India, refining them into an entirely new martial art.

Black oil ore is nurtured by the power of Rosset; naturally, Rosset can clearly and intuitively sense the location of these deposits.

In exchange, Xiao Ye reluctantly agreed to the fellow's request to teach her how to properly understand this world.

It was just a coincidence that these events converged! If there was any fault, it was merely their inaction—their response was simply too slow.

Returning to the country this time, she leveraged her old connections, even doing so... for the same purpose.

Just as Ye Zhibing sized her up, Jiang Qingqiu’s gaze flickered, and she casually pressed her legs together without a sound.

The giant pillars that Haige saw on the ground were actually the cooling pipes for the plasma nuclear fusion engines. The waste heat exhausted through them was converted by plasma light-flow generators and dissipated into the atmosphere to maintain a moderate temperature in the natural world.

Fortunately, the freezing talisman was useless. Master Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, channeled a massive amount of spiritual energy into it, and threw it at the ceiling. The entire ceiling was sealed off, causing the temperature to plummet before immediately heating up again.

The front courtyard and the inner chambers were unharmed. A tree had fallen in the central hall, but the backyard was just a garden, and the servants' quarters and storage rooms were of no great consequence; if they collapsed, they collapsed.

The sky overhead remained like a translucent blue film. It seemed as though golden liquid was flowing slowly behind it; one could barely make out the golden light seeping through, yet one could never fathom what was hidden within that radiance.

She watched as one person after another leaped into the pool of blood as if they had a death wish. In less than half a cup of tea’s time, she saw nothing but bleached white bones floating atop the red liquid.

Old Master Fu felt truly stifled, looking at Fu Dianchen with a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Since the moment of its birth, the motion of hydrogen fusing into helium within the sun’s core has never ceased. This young cosmic life releases at least 400 tons of energy every second, generating massive amounts of neutrinos and intense electromagnetic radiation—this is the process by which it constantly releases light and heat into the cosmos.

Chang Yulin did not seem to be playing dumb this time. "What? Does it have anything to do with me?" His voice was lazy, hardly the tone one should use for a "sickbed visit."

Yet, despite his fierce appearance, he was most afraid of ghosts and gods. That was the reason for the cowardly scene Mo Lingqin had witnessed earlier.

The next second, their hearts settled slightly. On the stage, green smoke billowed and electric arcs crackled with an incessant buzzing, while the view below remained unchanged.

She shook her head violently, feeling it was utterly ridiculous. Why would she think of that man who had wounded her even when just speaking a single sentence?

"I..." Mou Mou didn't know how to respond for a moment and could only offer a dry laugh as he looked at the youth. "Haha... I was just joking too." In his heart, however, he was mercilessly cursing the boy thousands of times over with that four-letter word starting with F and ending in K, his eyes glaring at him as if he wanted to skin the person in front of him alive.