Chapter Fifty-Six: The Love Story of My Parents

Xiao Su, now regaining control over his body, leaned forward slightly, let out a sigh, and turned to look at the little demon girl approaching from not far away.

Only one last seal remained. Once Ling Qiqi absorbed the purest water spirit left behind by the nun of Yunxia, the river that imprisoned Xiao Mei would vanish. When all four seals were broken, this secret realm would naturally cease to exist.

Ling Qiqi, as agreed with the river god, returned once more to the spirit pillar’s seal. The last time she came, there were three pillars here, but now only a solitary blue pillar remained, standing alone on the empty platform, radiating a gentle glow.

The blue light seemed to guide her onward; following its radiance, she drew near to the pillar that stood in lonely isolation. A feeling of familiarity and warmth unexpectedly welled up within her heart.

In ancient times, cultivators and immortals spoke of the idea that “the pursuit of immortality transcends borders.” Otherwise, why would so many of our immortals have joined the Western faith after the War of the Gods?

A halo of light descended. Xuan Yuan Xiao looked up and realized how far he was from the ground. In the next instant, he clenched his fists tightly. Everything was still a mystery to him, but he felt boundless strength coursing through his body. For a moment, he could not describe what he felt.

“You wait for me in Yu City first. I still have things to take care of outside. When I return, I’ll send Fang Howl to fetch you,” Yao Yuyan said, nodding to the Fanged Ape.

“Even if it kills me, I will never hand over the legacy of my ancestors!” Liu Biao’s anger flared immediately upon hearing this.

“Have you made up your mind?” Chu Yang didn’t wonder how Sister Hong knew he was here. Phoenix Terrace wasn’t large, and many people recognized him; it was easy enough to inquire and find his whereabouts.

“These people abducted your senior brother. I followed them here and dealt with them along the way. Don’t you think you should thank me?” Ghost Butterfly stood beneath the lamp, revealing bloodstains on her white dress. Her hand also appeared injured, clearly the result of a fierce battle.

“Brother, how come you’re enrolling so many students at once?” Huang Zhong glanced at Xie Xin beside him.

“I won!” Qin Fen laughed gleefully, reaching out to grab the chips, but was stopped by the young man.

Mayor Li’s face was filled with worry. He had thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but things were not as simple as he’d hoped. Truly, just as one wave subsided, another surged forth.

Without waiting for Ghost Butterfly to react, Ya Chen hugged her tightly, shielding her with his back from the incoming bullet.

The key was, without the shell’s protection, the flesh inside the Rolling Blade Beast was exposed. In the sunlight, the beauty of its flesh contrasted utterly with the grotesqueness of its exterior—two completely opposite concepts.

The target of the Lu Clan was undoubtedly him. Yet, given the current situation, even the powerful Lu Clan dared not act rashly; after all, Lou Yi’s side now boasted nine Great Ascension cultivators.

Sui Yu, driven by desperation, asked urgently. She no longer knew what she was searching for; all she knew was that countless questions tormented her heart, leaving her deeply uneasy.

Combined with the contempt of his family elders and brothers, Peng Donglai’s personality inevitably became extreme. What surprised me was that his extremity manifested as a sort of adolescent syndrome.

One after another, they were hacked down and fell to the ground. The lucky survivors lay writhing, emitting sharp cries, but the Turks behind them seemed oblivious to their comrades’ fate, charging forward without hesitation, wave after wave.

“It’s here, good! Hurry up and hand it over!” Qi Ruilan stretched out her hand, waiting for Hu Dafan to submit the evidence.

The God of Erlang gritted his teeth, scanned his surroundings, then cast a spell to duplicate the entire content of the oath.

“Asura Shadow Skill.” The man’s hand had nothing at first, but then his left hand gathered strands of true energy from all directions. The energy, as if alive, converged bit by bit, intertwining endlessly like a water sphere, its power sufficient to destroy anything...

Hu Dafan feigned indifference and moved forward. Spotting an empty chair, he sat down near the edge, his gaze making it clear he hoped Wang Ting would sit on the other side.