Chapter 59

Meeting the gaze of Long Yao, he hurriedly averted his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, and a fine layer of sweat broke out across his forehead.

"There are no branching paths here, only a single road. He probably didn't dare to go any further." Underworld King Zhi clearly remembered that they had encountered no forks along the way, and there was only one underground passage. It was just as well to let him wait up above.

"If I were in an alternate world, I would be a middle-aged man well past fifty by now." Nikaido took a few disposable cups from the cabinet. He neither cared for tea nor had any addiction to alcohol; plain boiled water was his most frequent "beverage".

Strolling forward, Luo Tian did not look back even once. The white-faced samurai collapsed to the ground in response, transforming once again into a single cherry blossom petal.

Although the contents of the conversations differed, the artistic conception was identical, merely shifting to a different place and a different topic.

The moment Zhao Ming pulled back his consciousness, he discovered that in a corner piled with primordial coins, a grey object stood out prominently among the shimmering silver currency. With a thought, the grey object appeared in his hand, and he realized it was just a corner of a piece of paper.

Perhaps unwilling to court trouble during such a difficult night, or genuinely afraid of drawing the attention of the Four Northern Guards, Xia Si never pointed it out.

According to Tazi Tuo, each infusion of true essence into the beast-head stone sculpture could last for an hour, after which one had to stop and wait three hours before trying again. In other words, if not a single session was missed, it could be done three times a day.

Without directly answering Zhao Ming's question, the old woman asked in return, "Do you not even trust your own sister? She is your sister after all, how could you not know whether she can cook or not?"

With palms already mangled beyond the distinction of flesh and bone, he pounded fiercely against the ground, Luo Tian murmuring softly within the rock crevices. At this moment, the stones and the fierce gales became his only audience.

Guan Jingxuan landed on his feet, took a deep breath, and handed the black paper with blood-red characters to Liu Feng. Liu Feng took it, glanced at it, and his eyes instantly narrowed slightly.

A magnificent sword appeared abruptly in Fuxi's hand. Instantly, divine might surged, and an indestructible sword intent stabbed toward the five fireballs.

At this moment, what appeared before Li Longze no longer seemed to be a twenty-year-old youth, but an elderly man who had experienced all the vicissitudes of life.

Sang Ji raised his chin slightly and cast an inadvertent glance at Tan Shaodong, who also nodded faintly, though the movement was so subtle that ordinary people would never notice it.

Seeing this sacred, solemn, and dignified scene, the reporters raised their cameras and snapped pictures frantically.

"It is of no consequence." Taoist Changchun laughed heartily, turned around, and left the room. The door slammed shut with a bang, restoring a long-quiet atmosphere.

Simultaneously, his figure flickered, transforming into a billow of black smoke that slipped out through the basement door and fled away.

He had achieved a relatively deep comprehension of the Red Dragon Emperor's 'Rule of Force' and 'Rule of Fire', the 'Rule of Creation' involved in the third-stage sublimation of the Candle Dragon's 'Rule of Sun', the 'Rule of Yin and Yang' represented by the gaps, and the 'Rule of Calamity' which served as his own foundation.

"It's the Loli Mercenary Group! The Nameless One probably thought they were also here to snatch monsters, so they teamed up. What morons!" Wan Shi'an said.

They could not be blamed for their carelessness; after all, Huaxia inherently possessed very few air defense forces, and let alone these devils, almost none of the devils probably paid much attention to anti-aircraft defense.

The eyes of the Serpent Tribe's chieftain were filled with the utmost fury, yet he could not move, nor could he even speak. He could only watch helplessly as his son screamed in agony and struggled in vain. His bloodshot eyes, seemingly on the verge of splitting, only made my mood all the more pleasant.

The Heavenly Desolation Continent was similarly boundless, teeming with countless living beings. However, having come to the Myriad Spirit Clan and frequently traveled across planes on missions, their horizons were no longer what they used to be, so those previous sights now seemed somewhat mundane to them.

"Where... is this place...?" Looking out at the endless ice-blue land composed entirely of ice crystals before him, Lan Noles's gaze was filled with both confusion and vigilance.

"Don't worry, we will definitely do everything in our power to rescue your wife, rest assured!" Milan stared at him with a firm gaze.

"That's right, the punishment for failing the trial is death." Zhan Slamo's voice remained calm, devoid of a single trace of emotion.

Wanying was startled by this thought, but when she raised her head, she found Liu Chengyang staring at her with profound eyes.

"Forget it, if you can't even see something this obvious, you might as well give up trying to get by." Old Qian's mocking voice interrupted his vanity.

Lin Peng sat in his seat, silently watching Liu Xiana. She was leafing through the menu with a troubled expression, seemingly unsure of what to order.

"It's fine! Let's go! School has already been out for a while!" Guo Nianfei checked her watch; school had indeed ended long ago, but Ling Xue'er had fallen asleep so soundly that Guo Nianfei chose not to disturb her, letting her continue to sleep.

When Ji Zili woke up, the sky was gradually growing dark, and the sunset on the horizon cast a dim, yellowish glow.

Stationed in the capital on ordinary days to safeguard the security of the great nation, they were now mobilized en masse almost entirely upon the military's call.

With a soft "Whoosh!", a white figure once again miraculously appeared in the sky above a certain location in Daxing City. However, shortly after this white figure landed from the air, another white figure suddenly materialized not far beside it.

Mo Yu Jingchen's eyes abruptly gathered a surging mass of cold frost. If Li'er had not been holding his hand just moments before, he was certain Xiao Yumin would have already been sent down to the ninth abyss of hell. How dare she insult his Li'er in such a manner; dying ten thousand times would not be enough.

"This is my own business! It was he who betrayed me! Besides, if it weren't for you, would he have done something like this?" Long Hao glared with bared teeth, pointing a finger downward.

However, with Chen Hao—a prehistoric crocodile-like major capital stakeholder—presiding over things, would they lack the paltry funds of angel investment funds like theirs?

"How much time is left?" Hearing this nonsense gave Jiang凯然 a headache, and he hurriedly asked for the crucial point.

Ximen Hualong's face was shrouded in an even deeper gloom. Beside him, a silent, middle-aged man wearing Hanfu looked up and down at the abruptly appeared man with a cautious gaze.

The two Buddhist nuns landed beside the cyan steel longsword, each stretching out pale white hands to grip the hilt, drawing the swords and holding them horizontally in front of them with cold gazes fixed on Chen Hao.

During their conversation, Zhang Xiuqin remarked that Sha He was a righteous man who was both honest and loyal. Her tone unconsciously revealed words of praise for him.