Even Mother Han's intervention was useless.

He had already carefully observed the interior of his original soul sea using the Eye of the Underworld, especially the form of his soul.

The next moment, a pillar of white light surged into the sky from the ground, completely enveloping Liu Yingzi and Yuzuriha Inori. Liu Jun and the others could only watch this in succession with astonishment.

"The cultivation techniques practiced before were all fine, why is it not working now?" the ancient white tiger asked with confusion. Both were cultivation techniques, yet there were cases where they failed to merge with the power.

It didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment idea. The censor even gestured and planned to go before the imperial court to explain the details to Li Jie. Unfortunately, under the murderous gaze of his superior, Censor-in-Chief Li Gang, he retreated crestfallen and submissively lowered his head.

"What? How could this bastard's power be so terrifying? It actually managed to injure me with its shockwave!" the man thought in shock, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

Hearing this, experts from the Tianxuan Sect and the Shenwu Sect, such as Lin Jingyan behind Huaxia Jiu, visibly relaxed, though their expressions remained somewhat grim.

The onlookers could not help feeling a pang of sorrow, deeply moved by the loyal persona constructed for the scene.

"You mustn't let Mi-chan hear that. If she hears it, she will definitely get upset with you," Takahashi Minami laughed.

At this thought, he was filled with fury. Forming hand seals with his right hand, he pointed at Huaxia Jiu, sending three water spheres hurtling toward him.

"Xiao Chen, that is the cry of a peak Golden Core beast, and there is also an extremely powerful presence—also at the peak Golden Core realm, belonging to a cultivator!" the ancient white tiger transmitted via voice, its tone filled with shock.

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Just as the earth was slowly shifting, Qingmu suddenly sensed a powerful spiritual force sweeping across his location. Although Qingmu tried his best to disguise his mental perception as dark energy, this formidable spiritual force still left him feeling quite apprehensive.

Hearing the sound of running water coming from the kitchen, Meng Shuang paused from her "diligent" task of pruning flower branches. She raised her head slightly and gazed quietly toward the kitchen for a moment. Convinced that Bao Feiyang was washing the dishes, she let out a sigh.

"Wh—" Shishime Kyohiko hadn't even finished speaking when he was interrupted by a sharp pain erupting from his abdomen, depriving him of the ability to think. He looked down in disbelief, watching Elric's right fist puncture his abdomen without reservation, with wisps of purple energy rising from the wound like thin smoke.

Pocasia didn't say much about her sister's expression. Her face held neither joy nor sorrow as she gently combed her long hair with a brush.

Rose was taken aback and hurriedly stepped closer to look, only to see a dozen strapping men with black cloths covering their faces, brandishing heavy clubs, howling wildly as they rampaged through the corridors on the first floor of the temple, smashing everything in sight.

"Alright, alright, alright. They're different. But you didn't have to pinch so hard, people actually die from that..." Qin Tang said indignantly.

"Fine, let's spend the night here tonight then. Miss Tang, go prepare some things while I treat the God of Death..." Yu called out to Tang Yun, and proceeded to use his control over the Tree of Life to treat the God of Death.

Qin Tang had always hoped that his fans were not brainless zealots, because he wanted them to possess basic morality and a correct worldview.

Zhao Jie readily agreed to Jeremy's wishes. At this moment, he had already lost his mind—in fact, any twenty-something virgin encountering such a situation would probably lose his sanity.

Outside the space, Qiao Ru'an, who had been frowning with worry, stared blankly for the span of half an incense stick before walking toward Xuan Yi and the others.

Wang Jinshu was a young master of a prominent family. Although he had traveled to many places over the years, he was unfamiliar with rural life and had no idea what goose-grass looked like. However, Qin Yan had a gentle and soft temperament; she patiently taught Wang Jinshu what goose-grass was and showed him how to harvest it.

The soul that had integrated with the Beast God's power back then was her. With her disappearance, the Beast God's power had vanished along with her.

Li Xiyin looked up and stared fixedly at Mu Bei ahead, his gaze somewhat vacant, unresponsive as if lost in deep thought.

Just as Lianshen Qing twisted her long sword inside Hua Qingtong's body, Hua Qingtong simultaneously channeled the power of heaven to force Lianshen Qing's sword out. At the same time, the ferocious heavenly power blasted Lianshen Qing flying.

In just a single afternoon, the two had grown familiar with each other, losing their initial restraint.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. After hearing what she wanted to know, Qiao Ru'an automatically tuned out the white tiger's endless nonsense, falling into a speechless silence. As she looked at everything around her now, she suddenly felt an immense sense of familiarity and warmth.

The only consolation was that Helian Hao's whereabouts had still not been leaked, which also meant that Helian Hao's rescue of his parents was proceeding more smoothly.

Panyuan and Mier had not yet reached Central Continent. On their way, they encountered another group of Three-Eyed clansmen. Ambushed and surrounded, they barely managed to escape, which delayed their journey.

Zhao Xiaoqi cried out loudly, sobbing uncontrollably. She tried to get up and chase after him, but due to physical weakness, she collapsed beside the hospital bed.

Once upon a time, she too had nearly possessed her own child, nearly become a mother. But now, she could only watch as Concubine Shen's two children curried favor and acted coquettishly before the old matriarch. She was no saint; how could she not feel a shred of hatred?

Shangguan Gouyue was still dazed and hadn't managed to utter a single word when Wan Ningzhu released her grip, suddenly shoving Shangguan Gouyue off the stone bridge.

The Empress Dowager's expression grew gloomier the more she listened, while Si Yue wore a trace of a feigned smile. As for Lin Su, apart from sorrow, she dared not show any other emotion lest she attract attention.