30 Worshipping the Buddha

Once the general framework was established, the existing power structures between the various mountain sects required a period of mutual adjustment. Chen Xiang did not expect to resolve everything in a single day; it would clearly require significant time to iron out the details.

Moreover, Black Moon was well aware that Heavenly Fairy was eager for her, the new Empress of Shadows, to have a long and enduring reign.

Seeing Wang Zhi walk away with a loud laugh, Lin Xueyan stamped her foot fiercely and cursed under her breath, "Asshole," before slowly following after him.

"Its master is summoning it," Lin Yunxuan said softly, noting the battle raging in the distant streets. His hands, however, were swift as he drew out the Killing Stone.

After Jans finished his report, Lu Xiaohang began to head back. He needed to rendezvous with Connor and Abby at the entrance to the laboratory. He had only gone halfway when he couldn't help but offer a wry smile. At the only entrance, a Licker, a bio-dog, a zombie, a velociraptor, and a future predator—all five had converged in one spot.

Wang Zhi had no time to recover his depleted internal energy. He rushed out, having recognized from the sound moments ago that the thunderbolt had split a massive boulder halfway up the mountain, and the rock was now rolling rapidly downward.

An earth-shattering roar erupted suddenly, carrying an unmistakable sense of fury.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Siying, sitting beside Chen Chufan, asked curiously as she observed the man's ever-changing expression.

Lin Yunxuan pondered whether it would be better to use it in the game world or summon it into reality to farm the original body's equipment.

With the rotation of the Magic Cauldron, Fang Yuan pushed his power to the limit, and a rolling, yellow, earth-attribute aura surged forth from his palms.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "No, this cannot be Wanyan Ying's plan. From the intelligence provided by Wanyan Xiong, I learned that the Khitan Wanyan Tribe has concentrated almost all of its forces in Hebei here at Hangu Pass."

Lin Xia found it difficult to meet Pao Mo's eyes. He understood what Pao Mo meant—that he hoped Lin Xia would show mercy and, once everything was over, resurrect this unfortunate soul who had been saddled with such a dim-witted best friend.

Yang Fan watched all of this as a bystander, his gaze cold. If it were his former self, perhaps he would have joined the other writers in cheering for Qingfeng. But now, he understood clearly that what Qingfeng needed was not these hollow, grandiose slogans. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Next, the warriors paired off to fight on the stage. Although there were no rankings, each vied to make a name for themselves, wielding various weapons in a fierce and inextricable struggle.

However, just as the missile was halfway through its flight, an explosion sounded from above the dragon's head, followed by a shockwave from the blast that swept through and obliterated everything within a ten-kilometer radius.

"Don't worry, I already sent word to her earlier to find you, along with news of the Dark God. You can just invite her over when you go this time, and we can all get together!" Old Zhang said, beaming with joy.

Fang Zheng knew the other party had seen through his thoughts, and even though his skin was thick as a city wall, he couldn't help but blush.

Meanwhile, Chen Dahe watched the tall figure surrounded inside with great curiosity. On his handsome face, there was neither a smile nor displeasure; he remained calm and composed, occasionally speaking a few words that prompted even more questions.

Mutang City was vast; he roughly estimated it to be three times the size of Donghai City. It was said to be bordered by the sea to the east and the three-hundred-mile Panshe Mountain Range to the south—a remote and secluded city.

The Demon King stopped in his tracks, finding the lecher's words reasonable, and the murderous glint in his eyes faded slightly.

Many of the Liu Nan arrivals, whose cultivation levels were insufficient, had reddened eyes and were filled with reluctance, yet no one wept or insisted on staying behind to face the same fate as Young Master Long.

Traveling all the way, crossing mountains and ridges, and checking their map, the four of them had only covered three hundred miles in two days. At this pace, it would take at least thirty-odd days to reach the Wenxian Sect.

In truth, let alone these ambushers, even Chu Chen himself was startled by the extent of his current strength.

It was impossible to care for everyone, and leaving them behind was useless. Furthermore, one could not disrupt the fundamental rules of a social hierarchy; without the power to change things, one must simply follow the local customs.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, there was indeed a boat a few hundred meters away. An old man sat at the bow, holding a fishing rod and casting his line.

After several tremors, his sea of consciousness expanded violently, growing another foot in diameter to reach five feet—the fifth stage of the Initial Insight Realm.

"I know, I lost my silver and have no travel funds. Didn't you just say this started because of you? Surely you can help me scrape together a little bit for the road?"

Afterward, he attempted to open the stone coffin once more. He pushed the lid slowly; as a gap appeared, a ghostly green current seeped out from the slit, appearing exceptionally eerie.

Since his son had agreed to meet the young woman introduced by his aunts, it was time to move on to questions about his work.

Seeing the arrogant cultivators grasping the paper tissues, Zong Zijin's face turned sallow in an instant. Ever since the last time he had experienced the volcanic heat of those tissues, he had sworn them off entirely, for to him, they were a nightmare beyond what life could bear.

With a simultaneous, murderous shout, the other two men charged forward, brandishing sharp, chilling sabers to surround Ling Xiu, their eyes fierce and their intent to kill flowing like a river.

Hearing this, the Lord of Death felt his heart sink. If this were the case, would he be unable to control this person in the future? Although he only held the intention of mutual destruction, he still had to ensure, until the very last moment, that things moved in a direction favorable to himself, didn't he?

Chen Yu nodded with a wry smile, while inwardly contemplating how he might achieve a victory by the narrowest of margins next time.

As he passed one of the nearest guards, he reached out and tried to pull on its drooping arm to see if its joints were mobile, but the limbs of these creatures were rigid and could not be moved at all.

"You haven't failed; it is I who have conquered myself," Ye Fei said with a smile. That heartfelt smile came entirely from his soul; it was the smile of a victor.

Many even believed that Liu Ying bore a great deal of responsibility for the passing of Liu Yi's father. Since his health was already poor, and having his few remaining relatives refuse to stand by his side, it was a burden no one would find easy to bear.

Qin Lang guessed that the guardian mentioned by Amaterasu was the Earth God, though the Earth God had indeed never spoken to him about it in detail.

The old man on the phone cast a cold glance at the cultivators standing to the side; their stifled expressions were truly as unsightly as could be.