Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Overall Situation Is Decided

"I never said that." The security guard sneered, the mockery and disdain plastered across his face making it crystal clear how much he looked down on Mo Liu.

Hearing Bai Wushuang's words, Huan Mei'er did not get angry; instead, she smiled. Her boundless charm swept across the earth like a spring breeze, leaving Shen Yuanzhi utterly entranced. Had Shen Yuan秀 not sharply yanked him back, Shen Yuanzhi would likely have made a fool of himself on the spot.

"On the eastern side of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, a late-stage Spirit Realm Fire-patterned Tiger is in hiding. This mission requires obtaining its inner core."

However, among the medicinal herbs and materials visible on the surface, some had already reached the fourth grade. One can only imagine how many more she possessed in her possession.

The upper echelons of the human race did not dare to act lightly, yet lesser entities were powerless even against the curses of those phantoms.

As Ma Liang spoke, he twitched his umbrella and walked toward the back of the shrine. The surroundings grew increasingly eerie, gradually plunging into darkness, with a long, narrow corridor lying behind the shrine.

Above the dark clouds, nine cultivators stood in a single file. The one right in the center held a short sword about a foot long, with a three-foot sword glare. Looking at the black-robed cultivator treading on the dark clouds, he burst into loud laughter.

The slanting sunlight shone around the old man, seeming to cast a shimmering glow, while silver strands were already mixed among his full head of black hair.

Ma Lihui sat in the main hall, leisurely blowing on his tea leaves. Ten days ago, falling from heaven to hell had happened in a mere instant. At the Guangnan Assembly, he had tried his utmost to avoid Mi Dou; though filled with ten thousand grievances in his heart, he dared not show the slightest bit of it. He and his fellow disciples of the Tianhe Sect kept a very low profile, hurriedly arriving only after the drawing of lots each time.

Of this, Xuanshuang was well aware. The commotion of Xuanyin condensing into a Heavenly Demon could not be hidden from him, a Primordial Spirit grandmaster. The moment he sensed it, he began waiting for Xu Qi.

"And what about you? Do you miss me?" Mo Shaodong smiled faintly, poured her a glass of freshly squeezed juice, and asked out of nowhere.

According to Emilia, the evaluation criterion for this royal selection was the governance of each candidate's respective territory. After a few years of operation and a comprehensive scoring process, a king would be chosen.

However, to the viewers' surprise, Leon next taught Qian Chen how to process wild boars, elk, and even dangerous creatures like alligators and bears.

Meanwhile, within an endlessly dark and dilapidated palace, a phantom suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, its already somewhat illusory figure becoming even more ethereal and unstable.

"Do you really not like him?" Back in the dorm after washing up, Yu Xinyu still refused to give up.

This sentence was a lie in at least two places: first, the amount collected by evening was only a little over eight thousand, and the other thousand or so was what he had lost himself; second, the money was not borrowed, but genuinely his own.

In a sense, though lacking blood ties, this pair truly lived up to being sister and brother.

Mu Xiaoxia had once seen on television that although the president was already over forty years old, he looked very youthful due to good maintenance, brimming with vigor just like a man in his early thirties.

Over the next three days, Zhang Tianyu and Fuyi frantically refined pills. Of course, Fuyi remained the primary force in this endeavor, given that Zhang Tianyu's Yin-Yang Universe Cauldron was a Yin cauldron, capable only of refining Yin pills to nourish the primordial spirit. Moreover, their upcoming trip to the Crystal Palace would likely involve a fierce battle, making Yang pills—essential for restoring spiritual energy—the most urgent priority at present.

"We have to go look for them, don't we? What if someone like that really exists?" Third Master Yuan was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Perhaps many other species would begin to take root and sprout, but that belonged to some distant future.

Upon hearing Mu Yunchun's words, Ye Jinpeng also realized that the prime suspect right now was Chu Qianjia. Could it be that Chu Qianjia had revealed the secret manual of the Annihilating Black Smoke to someone else before her death?

Liao Xi and the others, seeing the rumblings in the sky, relied on their experience to deduce that a storm was likely brewing. Confronted with such a situation, their only course of action was to seek shelter on land. However, it was glaringly obvious that they were still quite a distance away from the mainland, making that somewhat impractical.

Although the Flying Thunder God Technique was difficult to counter, it was not absolutely invincible; by finding the correct method, one could still manage to wound Namikaze Minato.

Only, the man before his eyes—Uchiha Madara—transcended this world and this era. This man left him completely unable to see through or fathom.

He suddenly recalled that the reason Wolf Valley had remained undiscovered by alien orcs for all these years was because its surroundings were blocked off entirely by steep cliffs acting as a city wall—hidden enough and safe enough.

On the waterside corridor outside the Zither and Seer Palace, Mei'er leaned lazily against the railing, watching the colorful fish swimming leisurely in the pond.

It wasn't until the motorcade drove into a residential area of the Luoshan Mine and stopped once more that the soldiers caught a whiff of an abnormal atmosphere.

Su Shui shared everything about how Wang Ling and she had met—from the Endless Forest of the Prohibition Demon Mountains to Lin Yun and all the way to the Dragon Valley—reserving nothing as she told Zoyi. Leave alone Zoyi, even Wang Ling was left dumbfounded; Su Shui was simply too direct.

One of the two rings was a spatial ring, which Lorin casually stuffed into his pocket, planning to examine it slowly upon returning. The other was a magical equipment; after channeling his magical power into the ring, Lorin instantly understood its function.

Bai Qi sneered repeatedly, reached out to untie the sword at his waist, and pulled a dagger from his boot-leg to toss it onto the ground. Only then did Ma Bin lower his horizontal arm, allowing him to follow Lin Jue away.

At the very core of the battlefield center, above that sunken crater dozens of feet wide and long, the suspended glowing circle and the three-dimensional scroll painting that had already depicted a magnificent landscape remained locked in a tense stalemate at their touching edges, where dazzling tongues of fire and electric sparks still violently clashed.