Volume 1, Chapter 62: Entering the Tomb

"Hold them back!" Jiang Xue shoved a dazed Xuanmen elder aside and shouted in anger, time and again.

Zhu Yijun was different; the awe of the ancient people toward heaven and earth was incomparable to that of later generations. Facing such a phenomenon, Zhu Yijun could only attribute it to divine will and the guidance of deities. In his view, the most probable reason was that the heavens, wishing to appease his longing for his younger brother, had sent Zhong Nan to his side.

This scene appeared utterly bizarre. Had my mind not been clear, I would certainly have thought I was dreaming. As I watched the severed human head fly past, the neck was actually wrapped in white cloth, much like Guan Shanhe had described. It must have been the flying head sorcery used in sorcery arts.

"Don't move," the young man shouted. "I completely understand how you feel, but you cannot move around recklessly. The child is extremely weak right now."

"It's fine, don't run around blindly, I'll come to pick you up," Zhou Rui did not mention what had happened in the downtown area.

Taking another day, Zhong Nan returned to the capital. Since Qiuxiang had found several residences and was waiting for her master to make the final decision, Zhong Nan thought it best to solve the housing problem first, believing that Xing Jie would not blame him for neglecting official duties because of this.

Almost as these words slipped past her lips, Yuzi's heart relaxed. The entanglement that had troubled her for so long seemed to vanish in an instant: Yes, I want to leave with him! I want to continue staying by his side, just living with him like this......

Wang Long looked towards the Qingmu Elder, and saw that he was indeed moving as if through an empty realm, charging back and forth among the death-defying warriors of Longcheng, continuously cutting down one vibrant life after another.

Other stray immortals watching from afar were also dumbfounded by this spectacle. No one on the sea had ever witnessed Fairy Hanmei actually make a move; seeing it now, her ferocity was unimaginably terrifying.

In everyone's eyes, Baishu and Yin Yiyi simply maintained a straightforward employer-employee relationship, and no one thought any deeper.

Her face was pale, resembling a night sky vibrant with colorful clouds. Those fleeting bursts of radiance were like shooting stars, much like the affection she had persisted in for sixteen years, vanishing with the wind as the fireworks fell.

Only Zhuo Weiming and Yan Le remained in the office. Zhuo Weiming once again invited Yan Le to be seated and continued with the topic they had just been discussing.

Speaking as they walked, the two finally arrived at Fuxing Tower. Sister Zhou and Xiao Wen entered the first-floor hall one after the other.

She thought to herself: Why did Wei Qilang send such a terrifying person to protect her? Her fear of this man grew steadily.

Amidst the gaze of the crowd, he melted the purple-gold metal once more. A flash of light appeared on his right hand, and a pitch-black object materialized accordingly.

The four of them began to play with dice. Although Yan Le had never shaken a dice cup before, he had assimilated Lu Yi's abilities, and Lu Yi knew how, possessing very skillful techniques. Yan Le simply put them to use right there at the table.

I was talking with Xiaomei when suddenly a commotion broke out in the southern part of the village. Xiaomei and I froze in place—what had happened again?

Because it had just been bought, there was nothing around it—just a vast, empty expanse, not even a single blade of wild grass. Only a solitary tree stood standing, making the whole scene appear all the more eerie.

Wei Qilang always knew what she was thinking. Although this was partly due to his own calculations, it was driven far more by a deep care and affection for Dong Ru. His anger was actually directed at himself for failing to look after Dong Ru properly, and he had never once thought of reproaching her. A profound sweetness welled up in the depths of Dong Ru's heart, and with curved brows and eyes, she dared not look at him even more.

Once he held influence and power in his own hands, perhaps everything would change. Although this Warring States period from two thousand years ago still felt entirely unfamiliar and helpless to Lin Xingchen, fate had brought him here, meaning there must be cause and effect at play.

Shen Nianyi naturally trusted that the emperor would not deceive him in such minor details. Otherwise, if it were exposed later, it would be equivalent to slapping his own face—where would the imperial dignity remain? Therefore, he felt slightly relieved, pondering the flaws in the emperor's words: the emperor clearly knew the ins and outs of the matter, yet claimed it was not due to his own dispatch.

Human beings are a species that is both remarkably resilient and exceedingly fragile. Far more people fall just before the finish line than those who collapse halfway. Sometimes it truly comes down to just that tiny bit of distance, yet that very fraction of space stops countless people in their tracks, leaving them dead at a place merely a single step away from success.

Just past the twenty-minute mark, the BF team suffered four casualties due to a team fight blunder, leaving only Li Min's Lucian alive. Under these circumstances, the UF team was fully capable of taking down Baron Nashor, and once secured, subsequent team fights would undoubtedly become much easier for them.

Then what was causing him to experience these hallucinations? Nie Ying suspected that Ken Kui might not necessarily see everything happening before his own eyes.

He glanced back at Rose. There had initially been a trace of remorse on her face, but upon seeing Qing Lian's anxiety over Ye Suman, her expression instantly turned freezing cold.

Cause and effect. Karmic retribution. The golden light could refresh my spirit and allow me to absorb more ghostly energy, whereas the black mark could weaken my golden light. Could these marks on my hands be retribution? Mo Ran was startled by her own bold hypothesis.

"Fine, I'll leave it to you." The general sneered, turned around, and withdrew. Beads of cold sweat dripping down, Dr. Tom shook his head and led his people step by step back into his laboratory.

"What is it??" Xia Siwei tilted her head and asked, wondering why the other person looked so nervous.

"So you're saying that even if these people are captured alive, they won't escape the fate of a firing squad?" Qing Lian's gaze was ice-cold.

Yet if such a super-intelligent species known as the "Star Race" truly existed, it might be possible for them to distill the most fundamental energy in the universe and inject that energy into Earth for the masses to absorb.