Volume 1, Chapter 42: I Know How to Paint a Vision of the Future; Would You Like a Taste?

The hands holding the cyan bird remained motionless, as if afraid that any movement would startle it.

After the "Mark of Time" was imbued into the bracelet, a layer of silvery "Power of Time" emerged around the Jade Butterfly. A pair of large, colorful butterfly wings slowly manifested from its back, fluttering nimbly and shedding a cascade of silver dust that enveloped Tianxing.

I decided to set the matter of the child aside for now. I do not know when the gu poison in his body will flare up, but since Ninth Master requested twelve years of lifespan for him, I know he should be safe within these twelve years, so I will take things one step at a time.

Without saying much, and without lingering, she simply carried her pregnant belly and walked up the stairs, step by step.

"Then tell me what I should do!" Third Brother’s words were born of genuine concern for others; how could he have expected that not only would they reject his kindness, but they would even turn around and lecture him? It was truly a case of offering warm affection only to be met with a cold shoulder—he had gone out of his way just to get scolded.

The alleys in the residential area were extremely narrow, flanked by tall, sheet-metal houses where no one could hide. Realizing that his mission had failed, Operative Number One turned back, dejected and ready to return to the thin man to report his failure and accept punishment.

Muyun stared blankly at his surroundings for a long time, only snapping back to reality once he realized the event had truly concluded. It had been nothing more than the activation of a magic array; he had felt neither great pain nor great comfort. The only thing he felt was a sense of emptiness.

Ice silk appeared, and a sudden chill descended. The entire wedding hall instantly felt as if it had entered the dead of winter, with white frost visibly crystallizing on the surrounding furnishings.

It was like a silent farewell, filled with reluctance. As Muyun silently "said goodbye" to Xishuang, Mo Yunchen and Yun Yi also watched her quietly. They all knew that Xishuang’s only path to safety was to remain on Mount Shu, so their thoughts were in complete accord with Muyun’s.

The armies were clearly divided: one side wore silver armor that glinted coldly in the sunlight, while the other wore black armor, as deep and dark as the night.

Yet, the more this happened, the more Ye Wanhong’s heart ached. No matter how sweet honey may be, it is not welcome when dripped onto a wound.

Suddenly, the Geng Metal Cauldron exploded, sending countless shards of gold and stone blasting into the sky.

"That name is far too casual!" Lei Yu recalled the black silk ribbon, and his mouth twitched slightly. "But it’s not bad, either," he added.

"If I don’t go see for myself and confirm that everything is truly safe, I won’t be able to rest easy," Zhao Weiqing said, not daring to meet his gaze and lowering his head slightly.

"The day you disappeared, did you go to find Lord Shangpan as well?" Ao Xingchu moved his wrists and continued to ask.

Angor and Fegosa were brothers. With ordinary features that made them indistinguishable from anyone else, they had spent the last few days in the military camp following Bo Yue, performing menial labor. When Bo Yue traveled from the capital to Senar, he had brought only these two brothers with him.

"My name is Han Qinyu, and I am the manager of the Heaven’s Resolution Battlefield project." Han Qinyu smiled and extended his hand toward Jiang Ling.

Although the war against the gods had been earth-shattering and known to all, and although the Divine Court had suffered heavy casualties, leaving those high and mighty deities without their former prestige, the common people still looked up at those white towers, regarding them as pillars holding up the sky.

Immediately, the boys’ gazes fell upon Yun Xiao, their faces filled with deep vigilance. Clearly, the two boys were highly resistant to Yun Xiao, an outsider.

Que thought for a moment and then contracted the psychic synchronization network to a radius of ten thousand meters. A psychic fluctuation of this density was already enough to instantly form a counter-stance.

The two walked onto the stage, and Lin Chu intentionally positioned Yang Guang closer to Yu Lin. He was not the lead for this program and did not need to be so flashy; he had left the most important parts of the lyrics to Yang Guang.

Among the other three children who had come with him, one had already shrieked and run away.

Keen observers held their breath, not daring to move their eyes, waiting for the Emperor’s response.

But now, that plaque was leaning against the wall to the side, the gold-painted characters on it looking rather shabby.

All students were ordered by the teachers to gather in the Great Hall and were not allowed to leave—including the third-year students who had been in the middle of a Care of Magical Creatures class; they had been sent back by Hagrid.

Two kunai eventually struck the ninja from the Land of Water, one hitting his thigh and the other his chest.

Given their aptitude, if they were to focus on cultivation and breathing techniques for the next few years, they might still have a chance.

This was also a derivative of Que’s ongoing creative philosophy: Polaris was a simulation of the natural environment, while "The Other Side" was about adaptation and change within that environment.

Zhan Qi chased after her in a rage to block her path, preparing to unleash his "Roar Technique," but when his eyes landed on her radiant smile, he froze, swallowing the interrogation that had already reached his lips.

She instinctively looked up at the sky; the bright, midday sun made it impossible for her to keep her eyes open. She was puzzled: Zhan Qi was always busy from dawn till dusk, and Yu Tianzheng seemed to hold a general’s title, yet why did he look like an idler with nothing to do?

This "Shankouer" was a massive international conglomerate, involved in perfume, cosmetics, leather goods, and fashion. It was a true luxury brand, making Ideal Biotechnology look like a ping-pong ball placed in front of the sun.

From beginning to end, he did not look at Murong Xun once. Murong Xun also felt a slight sense of relief.

Wang Lanzhi’s misfortune was brought upon her by the Japanese invaders, and in a sense, Song Tianyu’s misfortune was also caused by them.

First, the tax system within the province was stable, taking one-tenth without the burden of extortionate levies. Thus, the gentry dared to invest in commerce, the commoners were happy to return to the fields to farm, and merchants were eager to pursue profits in border trade.

The fatty brought Zhang Tianyi to the front of the bar and ordered himself a Tequila Sunrise. He hoped that the career he had resolved to build would flourish like the morning sun, reaching its zenith.

Zhu Pingjin remained immersed in the structural design of the steam engine, completely unaware of how his wife had learned of the "Five Hundred Wastes."

With two "whooshing" sounds, Li Feng was blasted into the air by the Earth-Shattering Slash, and two massive, flame-engulfed sword auras slashed toward him. Given their form, they were clearly at least one level stronger than a standard Qi Slash; the consequences of being struck were easy to imagine.

"Your trial mission begins tomorrow. Pack your things and set off tomorrow morning," Yu Buki said, remembering something as he instructed Xue Hanjiang.