Chapter

It was three-quarters past the Dog hour, and darkness had fully descended. Everyone in the Hall of Morning Splendor wore expressions of anxiety. The Imperial Consort leaned against the large, soft pillow, her face somewhat pale. Bai Huan laid out, one by one, the scented balm, fragrant dew, and incense the Consort had used today on the low table beside the couch. The Consort’s gaze was icy as she swept her eyes over these items she used almost daily.

Yulu knelt on the floor, stubbornness written all over her face. “Your Grace, she’s falsely accusing you! Her father wants to harm you, and she only seeks to find someone to take the blame for him—”

Even the light and flames of all the stars within this expanse rapidly dimmed; millions of them collapsed under the direct pressure.

On the way back, Fu Jinyan remained silent, and Tang Ling didn’t dare utter a word either, guessing he was still angry over what had happened at the Fu family.

Beneath the Imperial City, a surge of tyrannical celestial energy swept over the area. The cultivators had no time to react; their bodies exploded with a series of muffled pops, leaving only mangled flesh on the ground.

They would try to make use of Ziyan, to lure the Crown Prince here. If he could be imprisoned in this place, all the better.

“You’re quite amusing,” Lin Xi turned to look at him, her gaze somewhat cold. She hadn’t expected him to say such a thing.

Awakened by the guards at his side, Jiang Weilun was still groggy as he looked in confusion at He Zhenbei and the others.

If not for using a one-time-only temporal conversion, each mind-worm only able to perform it once, to reach this alternate universe, it would have already been destroyed by that starship.

The commotion among the crowd below grew restless, for this object, once returned, could save their lives in times of peril.

Si Bailu immediately spotted the pillar radiating rainbow light not far away, with the Entangling Fate stone spinning and floating at its peak.

Upon reaching Qin Province, Bai Gui and Bai Xiuzhu once again activated the Kunlun Mirror, as if waking from a fleeting dream.

Anya turned around calmly. He Lu, dressed in black, stood before her, her gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Duan Liuyun’s words took Tian Nuanyu by surprise; she paused midstep. “Then why did you name yourself ‘Severing Water, Leaning on Clouds’?”

Some believed the emperor’s safety was tied to the fate of the realm, and that those who schemed against him should be judged and sentenced by the Court of Justice. Others argued that Qu Wuyou, after all, was the emperor’s consort, making this a matter of the inner court, and thus should be handled entirely by those who ruled the harem.

Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She opened her eyes slightly to see Lan Shengyan lower her head and bite down viciously on her chest.

All the emotions that had long been bottled up in Chu Hemeng’s heart found release in the short message Xing Haodong sent.

After saying this, he chose a table near the door, sat down by himself, his gaze distant. When the tea was brought, he poured it into a bowl and drank it in great gulps, downing two bowls before tossing some money on the table and leaving.

“Have you ever heard the legend that Meng Po collects every tear shed by the living and boils them drop by drop into the Soup of Forgetfulness?” Tian Nuanyu teased, deliberately keeping them in suspense.

There wasn’t the faintest hint of a smile on his face; it was even a bit gloomy. His gaze was dark and sharp, making Tian Nuanyu feel uneasy under his stare.

Mu Aoyun looked at Tian Nuanyu without speaking, but the corners of his mouth curled into a pleasant smile, and his eyes grew gentler.

Lan Shengyan began to joke with her, which took Tian Nuanyu by surprise. She also felt that Lan Shengyan no longer seemed as distant as before. Seeing Lan Shengyan step out of the car, she hurried to open her own door and followed.

Chen Xiaolong turned pale, then livid, after being berated by Zhang Shuang, yet he couldn’t find a retort.

Qian Jiyao, on the other hand, remained composed. Though the taunts of the skinny fellow roused her competitive spirit, she itched to beat him back into his mother’s womb.

At last, most of the darkness was absorbed by the Blazing Sword System, while the rest gathered above the sea of consciousness, suspended as a dense mass.

Even though they narrowly avoided disaster, those inside the carriage—Lian Fangzhou and the others—were thrown back and forth, bumping hard against the carriage walls.