Volume One, Chapter 69: Setting Aside the Facts

"Senior Brother Ye Tian, where is this place?" Zhang Haoran asked as he followed behind Ye Tian, the two of them moving deeper into the unknown. No matter where Sikong Starcatcher appeared, he always drew attention, something he utterly disliked. To try and force the ‘sins’ of humanity onto the ‘divine’ was, from the start, the greatest of errors.

Two fingers curled inward—index and middle bent—summoning a gust of wind, aimed squarely at Liu Wuchen’s chest. Gong Ping twisted her legs together tightly, having resolved to defend this place with her life; she would rather die than allow anyone to violate it, or to give up her trousers.

Originally, there was nothing, but now, suddenly, there was—a fish tank shattered, its bottom sank, revealing a hole in the ground below. Time passed slowly, or perhaps quickly—it was impossible to tell. Jun Yan was drenched in sweat, not merely from the pressure bearing down on him but from the tangled mess in his own heart that he could not unravel. He longed for a solution that would satisfy all sides, but none presented itself.

A sudden, violent humming erupted from the stone stele at Jun Yan’s question, as if it had been confronted with something forbidden, agitated beyond measure. With Sido’s lifeline cut, Qin Li brought this ‘friendly sibling negotiation’ to an end.

Hearing these words, Jun Yan relaxed considerably. Since the spirit fetus claimed there was no serious harm, recovery should not be difficult and there was no need for further worry.

Those familiar platitudes again made Zhang Junping embarrassed even to tell them he wouldn’t be coming tomorrow.

The message had already been relayed—Swallow had called Lin Mu, and they were set to depart on the 26th, likely arriving by the 28th.

Even the black-robed figure, shrouded in demonic aura, turned pale under the onslaught of the overwhelming pressure surging in like a flood, pinning him down as though an unyielding mountain had settled upon him—he felt its might acutely.

Mad Dog Huang Feng, after all, was a five-star player forged through countless battles, and—he hadn’t even gone mad yet.

Chu Ying and Yang Guang, quick to betray their teammates, pointed accusing fingers this way. In a flash, Xiang Yan appeared before them with a slight shift of his body, while Xuan Yue approached at a leisurely pace.

A large group of men in special enforcement uniforms, brandishing sharp weapons, charged over with an intimidating presence.

But this time, his victory was truly his own, with no help from his master or the blood of the gods.

Tang Wei was sizing up the girl; Lin Mu had yet to recover, and Tang Wei, with effortless poise, rose and moved to sit at Lin Mu’s side.

"I don’t care if you’re the captain—this time, I’m going no matter what," Yi Wei declared before I could finish, sealing the decision himself.

Watching Li Kui’s wide-eyed shock, his feeble protests, and final collapse into death, He Xuan could only smile coldly.

Night had fallen, and in the distance, helicopters from several other countries had appeared. If this dragged on any longer, they’d have enough people to play a round of mahjong under the lights on the platform.

When the passion was spent, like the aftermath of a shiver, whether left dull or full of lingering taste, impulse had faded, leaving only sober reflection.

It made no sense! With his speed, chasing this far, how could Wang Shixian still be nowhere to be seen?

"Understood," said Panther, taciturn as ever, uttering no unnecessary words. Gripping his weapon, he swiftly departed.

But things were different now; Xu Le was no longer who he had been before his seclusion. After tempering his body, though he had not reached the legendary innate realm, he was now at the threshold of the acquired stage. In this era, that made him an undeniable powerhouse, someone none dared to underestimate.

Another type consisted of local militia from various regions—hardly a proper army. Their uniforms bore the character for ‘bravery’ on front and back.

After watching Fang Quan demonstrate five times, Gao Xinguo had a grasp of the basics—his own moves were well-formed, though they lacked the flair of Fang Quan’s.

Suddenly, Lin Junhong, lying on the ground, was startled by some noises! He heard, distinctly, the howls of corpses outside. Perhaps they had caught the scent of blood within, for they beat furiously on the tightly shut iron door.

"I don’t care. It’s not my concern. I just want out!" Wei Renwu was utterly unreasonable, struggling all the more fiercely.

With a shift of spirit, Ding Chunqiu’s right hand, under his control, formed an eagle’s claw. Before Qiao Han could react, he struck.

Xu Zhexin, versed in the arts of illusion, had some resistance to such tricks and sensed something was amiss immediately.

This technique was nearly impossible to dodge or defend against—it ignored all abilities and armor, erasing any foe outright, an ultimate move with almost no solution.

Ginsan felt a pang of frustration, but reminded himself that if the plague wasn’t eradicated, all his efforts would be in vain.

Even for the sake of that child, and for the two years of deception, she would inevitably suffer his devastating retribution.

Several sacks of fruit lay piled beneath the refrigerator—each one crystal clear, brimming with spiritual energy. Inside, there were also numerous flowers and herbs of similar quality.

The voice of the Dominator resounded in his mind, utterly devoid of warmth, as cold as his crimson eyes.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the long, dark street so brightly it was as if day.

Ahead, Simba the lion’s fur stood on end as if threatened by a natural enemy. He let out a low, uneasy growl, but could not evade the giant bear’s attack.

In the quiet of the chamber, a loud, slurping sound broke the silence, causing Xu Zhexin, who lay still on the stone couch, to flutter her eyelids.

Under Qin Potian’s delighted gaze, a ray of undying golden light merged into the river of fate, retrieving the source of his parents’ departed souls—a reward for the protagonist of the universe.

With a light sound, Lu Yu’s foot struck the ground, and instantly, black ash fell from his body like scattered dust.

Ao Yang and Pan Ze were instantly captivated by the radiance, their expressions frozen in disbelief as they stared at the spear and its wielder, mouths agape and unable to close.

As the gateway to the Ninefold Heavens of the Immortal Realm, Bazhou Celestial Domain had been occupied by the border tribes for more than three centuries. Right beside it, the Huangchuan Celestial Domain—once ruled by kings—was governed by Lord Zhang Chao, an early-stage Immortal Monarch, now on the verge of reaching the mid-stage.