Chapter 77: The Mysterious Smiling Man
Chen Yang never told Liu Meng about Shen Yiyi’s situation. He feared Liu Meng wouldn’t be able to handle the blow, which would only complicate matters further. But troubles were never confined to just one issue. Recently, Chen Yang noticed that he had been followed for several days. The stalker was none other than Yu Linglong.
Unable to endure it any longer, Chen Yang dragged her into a secluded alley and confronted her with irritation.
A thunderous boom erupted, the ripples of magical power spreading outward and shattering the chaotic meteorite stream within millions of miles. All the solid meteorites were reduced to ashes, and the two figures with their axes separated.
Huang Ling responded, inwardly puzzled: Was that old man some relative of Zhao Baoyu, helping him sell pancakes by switching shop signs?
At that moment, Luo Chen finally understood why the God of Pangu was anxious to seek his own identity and help himself grow stronger.
Just moments earlier, while both sides were celebrating the arrival of peace, everything felt dreamlike to the prefect. Yet in the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with corpses. The King of Silla, Xi Ruli, survived longer than most; he had not yet breathed his last, his wide-open eyes fixed unyieldingly on Sima Ji.
Absorbing the power of the primordial immortal crystal might help him break through to the Immortal King realm, but he had no desire to be at the bottom of that realm.
“I have never been here myself,” General He Long admitted. “I didn’t expect the riverbed to be so wide.” Although he was a captain of the Eastern Yi, he mostly dealt with issues concerning Goguryeo and Buyeo, and had rarely traveled to the distant Yalu River, let alone to the banks of the Han River.
The momentum of the ancient divine power grew ever more imposing, while Yan Yunchen’s presence waned, crushed to the extreme. To all watching, it was as though one side was a colossal beast, and the other mere ants.
Yunjin Xiu forced her way in, rummaging through the sea of consciousness, pilfering what she could before retreating.
“Is what His Highness the King of Yan said true?” the envoy asked, his expression lighting up with unexpected delight at this windfall.
Ye Zihao glanced around, astonished to find no trace of anyone nearby. Clearly, the adversary was well concealed.
A violent burst of light erupted, dazzling as a solar explosion. The intensity blinded all, forcing everyone’s eyes shut.
Whether gods or mortals, human nature remains eternal and unchanged. Despite their advanced technology, they are, in their essence, no different from the primitive people of this age. Every method chosen, every act performed—regardless of how many it benefits or helps—ultimately serves only their own interests.
They watched as the frenzied giant palm surged forward, crushing everything in its path. In an instant, the massive hand struck the terrifying black hole with tremendous force.
The purple zombie advanced, stopping before the grand ancient temple. It knelt on one knee and spoke in a resonant voice.
At that moment, the entire void echoed with an ancient, immense voice, overwhelming and awe-inspiring, reverberating endlessly. When Yang heard it, his heart trembled. His golden body, every inch of his form, was stirred with excitement, as if he had encountered a long-lost kin.
Unexpectedly, Chen Kun did not stand up for Chen Yuqiang. He simply waved his hand casually and led the group away.
On the stone table, a pot of spiritual tea boiled, wisps of steam rising as boiling water spilled over the surface. It cascaded down, dripping onto the boots of the Venerable Xian Dao.
Even so—Wei Bai, lost in thought, turned to glance at Liao Xunxing. But now, both Liao Xunxing, Sword God Feng, and the others had withdrawn, their eyes filled with shock as they looked in this direction.
Liang Qi no longer insisted, nodded, and left. She finally felt a genuine sense of relief. In her view, as long as her cousin’s people could find Liang Xing, there should be no trouble.