085 The Origin of the Immortal Lord’s Willfulness

“Didn’t you just return from the Ailao Mountains? Why are you already heading to Kunlun? Is it that you feel compelled to go wherever danger calls?” Yuhua City looked at Yu Shangchen with a face full of exasperation; his younger brother truly had a knack for running into trouble. When he first heard that his brother had set out for the Ailao Mountains, it had frightened him terribly; no one had ever returned from those mountains alive, and yet his brother had brazenly ventured in.

Yu Shangchen made no attempt to explain himself to Yuhua City.

Among the many spiritual plants, Tianyuan Rice was of a superior variety. When cooked, it could strengthen one’s foundation and replenish vital energy, making it an excellent staple food. However, Tianyuan Rice grown in pseudo-spirit fields was of mediocre quality, its effects greatly diminished.

Even separated by the distance of an entire Tiantian Island, she could sense the location of the treasured blade, Ba Sui, but she was utterly unable to summon it back—she had no command over spatial abilities.

Ordinarily, he could use a building as his base, sneakily picking off opponents, guarding stairways, holding down key points, and gradually defeating the enemy.

Hearing that title again, Tang Fangbei suddenly felt as if a lifetime had passed. Once a legendary gunmaster, he’d returned to the ordinary world, and now the name “Northern God” was fading away with the passage of time.

“All right, each man has his own ambitions; it cannot be forced. However, Lord Xu, Wang Xing has an immodest request—may I ask you to grant it?” Wang Xing feigned a moment’s contemplation, his tone tinged with regret.

Although Chen Zhao’s cultivation leaned toward the positive yang aspect, he had never paid much attention to the fluctuations of spiritual energies or the cycles of the seasons.

At the same time, Yi Tiancheng had already delved deep into the twenty-first floor, frantically exploiting the Golden Rule to slay monsters and reap rewards.

A great battle with the giant python’s skin… an arrow launched into his back by that rascal Cupid… Mount Olympus under ferocious assault by giants… Time and again, danger was imminent, or calamity was about to strike.

Meanwhile, as Li Wei drew the attention of most onlookers—including those inside the major power plant, among them EQ’s people—he became the center of focus.

When the contestants on stage sang “Soldiers Like Us Are Different” once more, many of the soldiers below joined in with loud voices. Though not entirely in sync, since the song was unfamiliar to some, the chorus still sent blood surging through the veins of all who heard it.

“Master Senior Brother, the grand formation seems to be loosening!” Elder Xu Jin suddenly shouted from the side.

When Lin Mokan saw the clothes handed to him, he glanced at Mo Qianxia’s hand, then at her face, his own expression remaining unchanged. Seeing this, Zhang Lei took the initiative to retrieve the clothes, sparing Lin Mokan from having to say a word.

After Yun Ze left, Tong Guaiguai was eager to find out what had happened. But with the events of the previous night still vivid in her mind, she dared not risk spending another night being devoured by curiosity and eavesdrop again.

In the hundredth year of the continental calendar, the two-hundredth powerhouse entered the League of Heroes. Yet, he discovered the league had become a perilous place: heroes, divided by race, faith, and faction, formed their own cliques, eyeing each other with hostility, the air thick with tension.

It was precisely for this reason that he was certain Lin Hao must now be gravely wounded, utterly incapable of resisting.

“Explain yourself! Who exactly is this girl to you?” Lin Qi snarled, tearing off his latex gloves, his voice seething with indignation.

All anyone could see was that the person before the crimson flames seemed as insubstantial as air; the flames passed through him, and he instantly dissolved into a cloud of mist, vanishing from sight.

Those words kept echoing in my mind. As Murong Li turned and walked away, watching that lonely and resolute figure, I suddenly felt a chill so intense, it was terrifying.

But there were simply too many Xinye soldiers; Long Ming’s forces found it nearly impossible to break out. If it were just Long Ming himself, he could have used spatial magic to teleport away, but there was no way he would abandon so many comrades who had fought by his side.

“All right, stop arguing,” Long Ming exclaimed in delight. “Perhaps things aren’t as bad as they seem—look ahead!”