Volume 1, Chapter 35: Becoming Famous

"Clap, clap, clap..." Soft applause broke out. At that moment, every one of the two hundred industry insiders present spontaneously joined in.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged in silence, lost in thought. After a while, he suddenly felt a wave of heat spreading through his body. Astonished, he turned his focus inward, only to discover a crimson-gold heart suspended on the right side of his chest. Its surface was inscribed with intricate, mysterious runes, radiating a pure and potent energy.

In Hong Zhou's eyes, his sister's affairs were paramount. While his official duties were important, one had to prioritize correctly, didn't they?

Only Yu Shanhu and Black Rose seemed to gain a glimmer of insight from each successive clash, observing with increasing intensity, especially toward the end.

As the eldest brother, he was accustomed to shouldering responsibilities and would never shift the blame onto Hengsheng, who had brought the wine. Yet, he forgot that Hengsheng always obeyed their father; how could he have dared to defy him and allow everyone to drink?

Driving the car issued by the organization, I took the children toward Kyoto. Having not stepped outside the base for several years, they were filled with curiosity about everything, seemingly having long since cast their mission to the back of their minds.

When this energy collided with the Fire of Reincarnation, it triggered a violent explosion. The surrounding space was instantly torn asunder.

"Eri, did you find something?" Yukiko asked as we entered the surveillance room.

At this point, everything had become clear. Judy was now carefully leading Vermouth toward a specific location, preparing to launch an attack.

Uncle Li, accompanied by the various ministers and tribal leaders, arrived together at the central command tent.

Yan Xuerong had calmed down by now. Realizing the momentum was against her, she suppressed her fury toward Bo Huangli and followed Zhan Peng's lead, remaining silent.

Night Sha and Night Charm breathed a silent sigh of relief. In this world, the only person capable of keeping Ye Gu in check was Jun Wuyao.

He watched the nearby river, its waters flowing ceaselessly, never drying up. The current chimed as it moved, an unending stream that bowed to no obstacle and yielded to no barrier.

What on earth had I done to offend the supreme deity of the Heaven Beyond Heaven continent so severely that they would grant Gu Tianyao endless life just to spite me?

After hugging Ba Ding, Lan Qian instinctively wanted to embrace Chen Lin, but suddenly felt it inappropriate and froze in place.

Fang Zhuo lightly shook a metallic token in his hand—an object specially crafted by the mysterious headmaster to allow entry into the altar.

The moment the carriage left the back gate, screams erupted one after another. A dark red haze filled the sky, and five pillars of light, glowing like fresh blood, illuminated the entire city of Chang'an.

Before the light had even faded, the stone chamber floor returned to its original state; the Nine-Infants, the Yazi, the spatial rift, and the vortex were all gone.

"Madman, go find Anta. With so many of your tribesmen gone from the Ice Plains, your lives will be easier," Xiao Lingfeng said, retracting his spear tip, his voice softened with tenderness.

She was truly the most wretched of them all, her face black and blue. Han Qiu glanced at her; this was indeed the standard consequence of being struck by his wife.

Facing Nangong Wenxian's repeated questioning, the flat-chested girl looked at him again. No matter how she tried, she could not reconcile this person with the Nangong Wenxian in her memories, and she could only conclude that she had misidentified him.

Gu Ao was powerful and overbearing; his Earth King Tyrant Fist was unstoppable, and few of his peers dared to cross him.

One does not become an A-rank esper by being a fool, but to dominate a city as an A-rank esper marks one as a true dragon among men, exceptional in every regard.

Initially dismissed as an ominous mutant of the Dragon race, no one expected his talent to be so heaven-defying; in just three hundred years, he had attained the late Mahayana stage, becoming a being capable of tearing through space with his bare hands.

He had to use the lightning power within his bloodline to forcibly clear the main meridians connected to his Dantian, so that he might rely on his techniques to awaken the spiritual power dormant within.

Behind the mountain range lay the dim sky, and the entire range was actually the skeleton of a colossal true dragon, its tail bone extending into the dark, gloomy heavens as if controlled by some indescribable monster.

On the wasteland, no one would ever let their rifle leave their reach, and Gao Qi was no exception. Since he used his rifle often on the wastes, his requirement for a sniper rifle was that it be as light as possible.

However, he was not a reckless man. He had a degree of confidence in his Lightning Body, so despite the head-on collision of their fists, although Jiang Yuchu's Lightning Body was far inferior to that of Jiang Tao, who specialized in physical cultivation, he was nowhere near being critically injured. The blood he spat out was something Jiang Yuchu had done intentionally.

Seeing this, many Golden Feather Guards, amidst their melee with the zombies, risked their lives to rush forward and land a desperate blow on the Carefree King.

For the next two days, Li Ge stayed by Zhang Lingyu's side, barely leaving her, until her spirit relaxed and she was no longer so easily startled. Only then did he discuss with her that he had to go to work.

He not only instigated the war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes but also founded the Demonic Path, eventually self-destructing and destroying the spiritual veins of the West.

Afterward, Li Ge asked Liu Qingquan about the situation at the Liu Village Liuquan Coal Mine before standing up and leaving.

Including Nao Aoi, her way of comforting them was to tell everyone "don't be afraid," which made Kazemiyano lose all hope in their intelligence.

Yet, her fair hands still clutched her coat tightly, as if it contained something shameful.

But the moment the person inside walked out, Shen Zhinian turned slightly, perfectly blocking Qiao Siyu's line of sight.

In these days, he became increasingly certain of his guess: Was there some connection between Ye Xishui and Yan Shaozhe, the disciple of Mu En?