Volume One, Chapter 32: The Immortal Realm of Heaven’s Gate, Power Struggles and Political Intrigue

The Heavenly Gate is the gateway to another world; even the Great Confucian Sage of the primordial era hailed from that distant realm.

They had all been waiting, waiting for the tide to rise, hoping to use their preserved strength to return to the embrace of the vast ocean.

I slowly turned my head. After bathing, I sat there in peace, while Tasha, her eyes rimmed with red, carefully applied essential oils extracted from flower petals and fragrant woods to my hair, bit by bit. She then wove it into intricate braids, adorning them with golden tassels.

"Alright, bottoms up!" Gan Liang did not refuse. After clinking glasses, he tilted his head back and downed the drink in one go.

Watching Li Wang standing before him to deliver his report, Ye Jiye waved his hand dismissively and spoke to him.

After the plane landed smoothly at Lincheng Airport, Murong Zixue reached out and gently nudged the sleeping Gan Liang awake.

This act of self-mutilation successfully induced a brief state of physical weakness, causing the aura of the abyss to dissipate and allowing Huai Ren to return to normal.

Moreover, this old man’s background had always been a mystery, but now, Ye Chen finally began to grasp a few clues.

At first, after listening to Ye Liang’s words and pondering them carefully, Commander Tang also felt there was logic in them, and thus, he conceived the idea of recruiting this student into the military district.

A trace of bewilderment lingered on the miners' faces; they could not understand why they had suddenly been driven out and told to stop mining.

On one side, two soldiers were locked in a struggle. One had his jaws clamped onto my face, while I, enduring excruciating pain, bit into the other's neck—it was clearly a mutual desire for destruction. In the end, the two of them died while tightly embracing each other, still maintaining their biting positions.

With a "whoosh," he was there as soon as the word was spoken. Zhang Biwu grabbed Miaonanshidin by the collar, hoisted him up, and with a powerful body slam, flung him through the air.

However, those present were all experts in their respective fields, individuals who dealt with such blueprints almost every single day.

It was incredibly cunning. Seemingly sensing that people were hunting it, it began to reduce the frequency of its appearances. It continued to hunt, only now it had become far more elusive.

Under the promotion of the first Wizard King, witchcraft became increasingly systematic, and its subdivided disciplines grew ever more numerous. People discovered the distinction between psychic power and magical energy, and subsequently devised methods for creating mana pools, cultivating witchcraft seeds, and much more.

"Bang!" As Duan Nan exerted sudden force with his right arm, a mist of blood erupted from the limb that had been ensnared by Mu Hao.

This was why, as soon as Xuan Jianhao arrived at the prison, he stripped off his undershirt and wrung it out; it was soaked with medicinal liquid. He and Zhang Biwu drank it together. While it could not guarantee an antidote to every poison, it was enough to delay the onset of the toxicity until they returned, where renowned physicians like Yuan Ti'an could help neutralize it.

Perhaps it was because they knew their days were numbered—like a setting sun or a candle flickering in the wind—that they understood the value of life all the more, cherished it, and hoped to live a little longer, which only made them fear death more intensely.

Chongzhen understood everything now. He looked at the memorials again, including those from Chen Yan and others impeaching Zhang Biwu; this was Gao Qiqian colluding with them to attack him.

To say that absolutely no one harbored murderous intent would be impossible; Mu Hao surmised that those cultivators in the Carefree Immortal Garden who possessed such malice must have already been exiled.

The battles involving Xia Huo and Luo Luo had both concluded, yet on the other side, Hai Tongtian remained mired in struggle. His opponents were numerous, though the situation had begun to turn in his favor, bit by bit.