Day 43

The T-1000 chose to ignore it once again, while channeling all of the very last remaining energy in its body toward its waist, controlling the operation of the waist muscles.

Even so, the hollow shell of the sword body possessed significant research value. For instance, the symbols on the hilt could be thoroughly investigated to determine their meaning.

By sheer coincidence, just as Lu Zhengyao stepped out of the estate, she ran right into Fu Xiduo, the Lord of Cloud-Up City, who had just received the news and was returning from the Ascension Platform.

A towering figure, tearing through the guardrails like a wild beast, closed in on them. The guards nearby turned pale with fright and kept retreating.

It is not trouble itself that is to be feared, but rather the aftermath—ruining the relationship between the two parties, or messing up family and career. That is the truly terrifying part.

Yet, for some reason, this pool of water seemed to be a bottomless abyss. She descended for a very, very long time, but was simply unable to reach the bottom.

Along the way, Shen Yan and the others coordinated with one another to take down a foreign devil who was looting an ordinary citizen's home, and another who was committing murder inside.

"What are you crying for?" He could not help roaring in anger, while his mind involuntarily conjured the image of Silver Granny. Back then, when she suffered that series of blows, had she also wept with such utter despair?

The old lady's voice grew much higher-pitched, tinged with a deeply distressing sense of anxiety. One could tell how much pain she was enduring, because for her grandson to completely break away from her established track and control—one could well imagine the heartache that caused.

Now that the old lady had not uttered a single word or expressed any opinion, perhaps she was maintaining a neutral stance that remained unclear for the time being. This meant that the cards in Qiao Yilong's hand were not particularly obvious at all.

Every single one of these bodyguards was burly and exuded a murderous aura. They clenched their fists tight, poised for action.

Later on, they realized that those embraces, the hands they had held, the songs they had sung, the tears they had shed, the people they had loved—that so-called past—was happiness itself.

The Torch-Mouth Ghost had never encountered such a situation before. He had devoured countless flames, yet this time he was nearly choked to death by his own fire. He struggled incessantly, but no matter how he fought back, he could not push those hands away. Within moments, steam was rising from his entire body, and he collapsed—or to be precise, he fainted.

The crowd could not help marveling. Where had anyone ever seen an ancient tree of such towering height and luxuriant foliage? It truly seemed to be a divine tree beyond a doubt.

Not until watching the two of them leave and listening to their footsteps fade away did Ruoxuan climb down from the bed, quickly shuffle over to the wardrobe, pick out a light set of clothes, and put them on in a flustered flurry.

Ye Qing patrolled the village and unexpectedly discovered a rare third-order raider infected patient. He immediately and nonchalantly cured the person and subdued all the third-order raiders. Having gained experience from treating An Xiaozhu's mother last time, this naturally took very little effort.

Upon seeing this, the Purgatory Ghost also returned to his normal composure and suddenly produced a strange giant axe from behind his back. Like the mountain rocks, this axe emitted an eerie red glow of unknown material. The Purgatory Ghost then declared, "Since you are using weapons, I will let you witness the power of my Purgatory Axe."

The two traffic police officers were placed in a difficult position. Everyone knew Guan Feifei was the new favorite of Yan Jue; offending her would make future employment rather difficult.

Sheng Juntao felt his bones melt with delight, growing even more ecstatic. Having one dragon and two phoenixes was his absolute favorite pastime, especially since the two phoenixes were not on good terms and competed for resources, which satisfied a man's vanity all the more.

He looked with a hint of reluctance at the four artificial ghost soldiers still fighting the Zero Ghost, and could not help sighing. At this moment, they had to rely on them to stall the opponent, and sacrifices were inevitable. With a wave of the Zero Ghost's huge scythe, the three artificial ghost soldiers were instantly hacked to pieces.

"Can you send me away from here? Just getting out of the Snow Realm Mountains will do. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you," Bai Hong asked timidly.

The group looked in the direction she was pointing and saw, at the end of the twisting and turning passage, faint wisps of divine light flickering vaguely, though it felt as if countless spaces and times separated them from that place, making it impossible to see clearly without careful observation.

Qin Lang glanced at Yu Qiusheng, a trace of envy flashing in his eyes alongside a firm determination.

The owner of this shop saw Tang Rao settle down to pick out his goods, and finally let go of the heart that had been hanging in his throat.

The pores all over the others' bodies stood on end, and an overwhelmingly oppressive sense of danger and urgency enveloped them. They felt their heartbeats hammering against their chests like heavy drums, and the intense pressure made everyone panic.

Whether it was the tall swordsman from the Nirvana Brigade who had been coaxed by Shen Qiang into joining Heshenghe, or Purple, who was currently serving as the manager of the Datong River Capital branch, both inexplicably revealed a sense of awe, standing quietly behind Steward Gui Shu without daring to overstep their bounds by even a fraction.

Among them, some knew each other while others harbored animosity, naturally forming distinct factions.

From afar, they spotted the Class B sign. For Shijie and Zhihong, the path was already entirely familiar, making any possibility of getting lost completely out of the question.

Thinking this, he dared not take any further action. Having just taken a headbutt, goodness only knew if an even more terrifying treatment awaited him.

In the center, Ling Xiu stood proudly. Over a thousand white foxes were unable to approach him, as if an invisible force field blocked them, or some supernatural power had frozen them all suspended in the air, forming an irregular sphere that tightly enveloped Ling Xiu from every direction.

It was not as emaciated as one might have imagined; in fact, it was quite sturdy, much like someone who had practiced body-cultivation techniques.

What was Meng Youlan's true identity? Li陌 might not have known, and the righteous sects of the world might not have known, but how could the people of the Holy Gate not know?