Volume 1, Chapter 37: Unease

"Go ahead, give it a try! But it doesn't matter if you don't succeed. Once the God of Equality is resurrected and you become His earthly vessel, your power will automatically reach the Dharma Manifestation realm!" the Saint Master comforted gently.

Before the Buddha manifested, even the Western Buddhist sects bowed in fear of his ferocious might, never daring to show the slightest offense.

Beneath her exotic eyes lay a slender, elegant nose and lips as delicate as cherry blossoms. Her beauty was imbued with a demonic charm, capable of capturing a man's heart with just a single glance. Her skin was incredibly fair—not the pale hue of illness, but a translucent, pearlescent glow.

In that moment, Ye Yu was reminded of the woman in white deep within the infinite galaxy of the system space. It felt as if the true consciousness of the system had awakened.

Suddenly, the entire world fell silent. He felt the blood in his body surge and burn, his face stinging with heat as it flushed deep red. In his frustration and anger, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Just as I was relaxing and going through the motions, using the tip of my blade to nudge the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, my heavy saber suddenly felt weighted down, as if clamped firmly by a magnet, refusing to be pulled free.

After speaking, Yu Yue did not hesitate. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Zhu Tianpeng and turned to walk toward the area reserved for the disciples of the Fish-Scale Sect.

Of the three beast dens being relocated, only the relocation on the Flame Dragon Star proceeded normally. After a week of emergency efforts, the 3 billion people from the Asian region were successfully moved.

Watching Lu Yu wear that charming smile, Ye Mao was the first to react. He shoved those around him aside and sprinted toward the city gates. Er Gou and Ling Suifeng were stunned for a moment before chasing after him, followed closely by Gabriel and Bai Jiang, who sensed that something was wrong. Finally, the three ordinary newcomers controlled by Lu Yu followed suit.

Then, within the silent, solemn, and magnificent Lingxiao Palace, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

Those remaining on the island were not part of Cang Yan's inner circle, and some were even close to Cang Di’s family. In such a situation, who would dare to speak up for Cang Yan's family?

"Click." The faint sound pulled her instantly from her thoughts, followed by the soft padding of footsteps. They seemed to pace in place for a moment before slowly walking to the other side of the bed.

Even from just a view of his back, he possessed a thousand postures and infinite grace. His skin was extraordinarily fair, and his black hair cascaded down, shimmering with a crystalline luster.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and compete! Don't you know time is money? Wasting it is shameful!" Nalan Qingli grew angry when she saw them stop fighting.

Yue Li was accustomed to close-quarters combat. With a long sword condensed in each hand, she attacked from both sides, balancing offense and defense. Her strikes were peerless in sharpness, and her defense was impenetrable.

Sha Wushe was exceptionally high-profile. With dozens of men from the Killing Sect following behind him, wielding blades that glinted coldly in the dark of the night, he appeared. Bystanders scattered in every direction. Even though the man sitting in the luxurious palanquin was breathtakingly handsome, they did not dare to look his way.

Since Luo Yi had finally led them back home, he could not allow their homeland to be poisoned again. Just as Luo Yi was striving to build strength, Zuo Xiao, having secured the imperial throne, was preparing to carry out a purge.

However, by the time he received news from his sect and rushed back to the cultivation world, all contact between them had been severed.

Before he could finish his sentence, another gust of black wind slammed down. This time, Xuanyuan dodged slowly and was nearly struck; the wind grazed him, leaving his ears stinging with pain.

Gu Wansheng, however, dared not relax for a second. She kept her eyes wide, staring ahead with a look of tension and vigilance.

My second uncle specifically instructed us to pack up the burial artifacts and keep them out of sight of the Choros family. It wasn't that we feared they would have malicious intent toward the treasures, but rather that we didn't want to hurt their feelings. Their people have their own faith, and we must never let them know about grave robbing.

The legions of Clevi had assumed that the vanguard had already completely occupied the fifteen maps, so they rushed over in a hurry, packing into the spawn hall of the fourth map. Instead of the expected news of victory, they were met with a storm of ignited TNT raining down upon them.

Little did they know that before deciding to defect, Tian Chou had already thought through the situation and his escape routes with absolute clarity.

Outside, Shuang Yu and Lei Yue were grinning from ear to ear, and Lan Cheng felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze. Even some of the school's higher-ups had come to watch.

He did not contact her immediately, guessing that she was currently curled up in her warm dorm room, surrounded by snacks, watching a drama.

All she needed was time... but it seemed that at every turn, things were so urgent that she didn't even have a moment to catch her breath.

At that moment, a noise came from outside. Having been confined for too long, Shangguan Xian was extremely sensitive to sound and immediately sat up from the straw pile.

Gan Zhuozhi lunged forward with his spear. Liao Shishan didn't have time to dodge and was pierced through the chest. But before Gan Zhuozhi could rejoice, he saw Liao Shishan reveal a look of contempt. Liao Shishan gripped the spear with one hand, let out a roar, and pulled it out. Then, to Gan Zhuozhi’s horror, he drove it straight into his own chest.