128 False Gods = Three Illusory Deities, True God = Blue-Eyes Light Dragon

A vast whiteness, a world of pure white!

As far as the eye could see, there was only white. Even when looking at one’s own body or clothing, no other color could be discerned.

I do not know how much time had passed before other colors began to emerge in our field of vision. Everyone’s sight was slowly recovering, and once their vision had sufficiently cleared, the first thought on everyone’s mind was to see what changes had occurred at the site of the duel.

Looking at this—

Ning Mingjie arrived with Princess Kangyuan. No sooner had Ning Yuxuan stepped into the main hall and exchanged a few words than Princess Kangyuan announced she wanted to go and speak with the Madam.

The Empress Dowager, a veteran of the inner palace, was well aware of these matters; she simply chose not to speak of them.

It was complete nonsense. To put it bluntly, it was a deliberate attempt to seduce Nian Huagang. Madam Wu was furious about this and returned to her maiden home to report the matter. The Wu family were no fools; if a concubine favored by Nian Huagang were to enter the manor and give birth to the eldest son, Madam Wu would have no future left to speak of.

An Yiran was instantly dumbfounded. Why was it that no matter how many times she tried to call Jing Zhichen’s number, she only heard a blank tone? And just a minute ago, when she used her own phone, it was still a blank tone. Yet, why did it work perfectly fine when she used Luo Yiyi’s phone?

Situ Jin nodded without asking further questions; in any case, he would be briefed upon his return.

The liquid appeared thick and dense, emitting a unique, sweet fragrance. Although the scent was pleasant, it carried an underlying, intangible sense of danger. Was this a lethal poison? A poison so potent it could harm even the immortals?

Su Hong had arrived at the residence of Shui Zhong. He had left the manor today, but fortunately, he was observant. Noticing that the fine sand he had neatly leveled in front of the courtyard was slightly disturbed, he didn't hesitate to slip into the adjacent house and escape through a secret door, which was how he narrowly avoided catastrophe.

Empress Hui had already retreated to her sleeping chambers, and the servants in the front hall had also departed, leaving only the monarch and his subject behind.

She did not know why she no longer suffered from nightmares once she smelled that scent. Perhaps it was because of trust, or perhaps, unknowingly, Dongfang Chunyan had provided her with a sense of reliability. She dared not dwell on it, preferring to believe that she slept peacefully because of the fragrance itself, rather than its owner.

Chen Nian stared at the barrage of comments, speechless. She wanted to retort, but remembering the kitchen utensils she had decimated during her last livestream, she wisely chose to move on to the next topic.

Chen Nian was currently busy in a friendly negotiation with a lobster and had no time to deal with Lin Mo’s mockery of her table manners, so she simply shot him a look of utter disdain.

Watching the somewhat slow-witted Zhao Wuji, everyone found it amusing. The guy could be quite funny at times, always stirring up ridiculous situations.

The voice seemed to pierce through the clouds, striking directly at the deepest parts of people’s souls. All the GA members’ eyes turned red.

Wang Tianling’s answer was exactly as everyone had expected. Apart from this, they truly had no other way to reach the center of the great lake.

Fu Jiuqi did not panic. She feigned calmness and said, "That was part of my plan. Don’t you think that doing so makes people suspect you are acting deliberately? This way, you will instinctively assume that Ling Xiao is a fake, and you will be even less likely to guess that I, who have transformed into Fu Jiuqi, am actually Ling Xiao."

"Haha, I think the Lin family must have taken the wrong pills! Did it make your entire clan idiots? You want to trample our Wang family? I’m afraid you don’t have the ability!" Wang Xuan laughed loudly, not backing down in the slightest as he hurled insults back.

Chen Nian suddenly felt a sense of daze. The red carpet, Lin Mo in a suit—it all looked exactly like a scene from her dream last night.

With a slash of the sword, the clouds shifted. The blade split the incoming feathered arrow in two, and the resulting gale whistled so fiercely that the speed of the other incoming arrows slowed down significantly, with some even falling directly to the ground.