Volume One, Chapter 26: Entering the Palace to Meet the Emperor

Zheng Zha eyed Su Nan suspiciously, suddenly realizing that this seemingly wealthy young man was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.

Coincidentally, the opposing team’s contestants—three in total—were all men. The two rows of councilors behind them were all men as well.

At the Gate of Hell, the four: Thunder God, Wind God, Marsh God, and Davis the Light God—three fell at Su Qi’s hands, the Light God perished at the hands of the Eastern Emperor.

Rushing into the divine palace, Su Qi swung his hand, striking down. The Sin Dagger pierced Amaterasu’s forehead, then withdrew in an instant. Time resumed its flow.

“Ruoran, do you like this place?” Though Mu Ximo could already see the answer on An Ruoran’s face, he still wanted her to say it herself.

The more she couldn’t see, the itchier Ye Qingcheng’s heart became. What if the manuscript truly contained a way back to the modern world?

Brother Bai was a rare talent in ten thousand generations, but alas, he was too arrogant and unrestrained, drawing the wrath of both heaven and men, eventually falling under celestial punishment.

Of course, there was more advanced technology, but the costs were prohibitive and highly uneconomical, generally reserved for military use.

Strangely, these people had clearly entered Linzi, but then vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace to be found.

Mo Ran and the others, worried for Leng Yue’s safety, had no choice but to keep her with them—hidden inside Mo Ran’s jade flute.

Turning his head, he saw iron rods all around, himself lying in an iron cage, unable to sit up, only able to roll over.

The martial artist gave a miserable shriek; his face turned purple-black before he collapsed. His body began to decompose almost instantly.

At the very pinnacle, above the celestial level, atop the ethereal, mist-like pillar, he finally came to a halt—like a drop of water merging into the sea, he became one with the most mysterious, insubstantial tip of that group’s pillar.

It was a while before the door was pushed open from outside. The sentinel’s expressionless face appeared before Lin Yi, closed and impenetrable. Yet as he entered, he instinctively glanced around, a movement Lin Yi’s sharp senses did not miss.

He sighed lightly, looked up at Xu Benzhao, whose gloomy gaze was fixed on him, and couldn’t help but shrink back. Then, turning to Gu Zheng, his eyes revealed a hint of pleading for survival.

Ku Gua was still regretting when he saw Zhang Han’s long spear thrusting toward him, and instantly his own temper flared.

Pingyang County was besieged by the invaders. Only then did District Chief Wang recall Li Er’s advice, regretting too late. He quickly dispatched militiamen back to Zhangzhuang to find Li Er, organize the militia, repair the defenses, and block the enemy’s advance.

Leng Yue’s decisiveness filled Xiuzhu and the others with energy. In unison they replied, “Yes.” After being cooped up in the wilderness so long, they could finally stretch their limbs.

I didn’t know what the old lama had said—probably words of comfort. At this moment, Cuomu approached. My feelings toward him were mixed, gratitude and resentment tangled together. I truly didn’t know what I should do.

With a thud, Ming E felt as if her body had fallen apart; a searing pain pierced her chest, and with it, she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Zhao Shu pointed to his own belly, hinting that I save him some wild game, then mounted his horse with Guan Feng. The two rode toward Jingzhou City. As they rode side by side, the noisy voices of Guan Xing and the others faded behind them, and the gentle evening breeze made the journey all the more pleasant. If only they weren’t so hungry, it would have been perfect.

Since that wretched fish dared to leave so arrogantly, let facts and time prove her innocence. As an outsider, why should she bother playing the martyr here?

His second son’s wild laughter echoed from the distance, accompanied by the screams of courtiers being slaughtered and their pleas for help. The Prince of Lingnan closed his eyes deeply.

Muzhou Street was just a rural dock. He first stopped at a Huinong Company store by the bridgehead to survey the scene.

More importantly, the upper echelons of the Immortal Village had covertly sent word—he was to make trouble for Fushantang.

The black-clad man, whose movement technique was locked on by Pu Yuan, turned pale as Pu Yuan attacked. He tried to activate the “Xuanling Primordial Body” to defend himself.

If only they could find Wan Jun to give advice at this point, it might bring up past matters, and then it would be almost time for that fellow to make his move.

Realizing this, Ning Zhuwang, after the initial terror passed, did not display the anger or ferocity one might expect. Instead, a faint sadness and disappointment appeared on his face.

Dong Qianmo was such a peerless beauty, a lingering trace of fragrance, captivating several gentlemen for a lifetime.

Led by Chieftain Bileg, the people of the Tabu tribe were now outside the settlement, bidding farewell to the merchant caravan.

Onstage, Xiao Yulong nodded subtly. He had originally intended to have the Ma brothers speak up, ready to accept whatever they proposed, but Hou Liang insisted that both the Ma brothers and Liu Hanbai state their intentions directly.

The chicken farmer started his three-wheeler, which belched smoke as he drove it into Ye Fei’s courtyard.

At this moment, she had already unwrapped Dong Xianpei’s bandage and was carefully examining the thumb—now little more than a sheet of human skin after all its bone and flesh had been drained by a mechanism.

Moments later, a loud muffled boom sounded in the sky. Everyone watched as many stars dimmed, as if an invisible storm swept across the heavens above Huaxia, nearly obliterating countless stars.

From the arrangement of the hell heroes’ troops just now, there were fewer first- and second-level soldiers, more fourth-level ones, so their fighting strength was still formidable.

A faint, cold smile appeared on Qin Tian’s lips. The God of Light’s mistake was thinking Dou Dou was attacking him, when in fact, Dou Dou’s actions were the merging method Qin Tian had signaled. In the end, their fusion succeeded, and now, the God of Light’s doom had arrived.

He and Qin Tian had both been transferred to Yining the same year, recruited as “talent imports” into the municipal statistics department.

This startled Ouyang Yueyue, who instinctively ducked behind Qi Sicheng, clutching his arm tightly, while also gazing curiously toward the source of the sound.

Qin Yan said irritably that he had already guessed Qin Tian’s identity as the foretold one upon seeing the mark on his forehead. No wonder the current master of the Celestial Burial Mound had once asked him to look after Qin Tian.

“Nonsense!” Ling Jie grunted. “This mess is all your fault. You boasted too much! If I hadn’t cared about your reputation, I wouldn’t have stepped up last night! Now, whether I can secure this land is a big question. Do you realize your mistake?!” Ling Jie complained.