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Old Daoist Baiyun was even more unsettling than him, yet he refused to reveal what it was, wearing a deeply worried expression before exchanging a few more words and leaving.

Afterwards, the two sects sent out several waves of formidable warriors in succession, all of whom were without exception completely annihilated. Even those at the Void Stage suffered losses of two members.

In front of the Mercedes S600, the driver was about to open the door when Liu Yue asked a question, but before he could move, Pei Donglai took the initiative to push the door open.

Having returned to the living room after a bath, he found Su Yan massaging her brow. The ivory sheen of her beautiful legs beneath the long trench coat made it hard for him to look away; she was a temptress, though she didn’t know it herself.

After much thought, it seemed only one decisive solution remained—to distance themselves from the vortex’s center and leave Yunzhou together.

“Xie Muyun, I hate you. Just wait for your son to come and kill you!” Sisi said with deep resentment.

But where was this place? Judging by the appearance of the body, it shouldn’t have been a child from such a dilapidated place. Looking at the house, aside from the broken doors and windows, there were only three bowls on a battered table, and underneath it lay a cracked earthenware pot. One could only wonder if they managed to eat a proper meal even once a day.

This was originally developed as a tourist site, but due to inconvenient transportation and the massive scale of infrastructure investment, it was ultimately abandoned. Near the southern end of the platform, at the foot of the mountain, stood two rows of simple houses left over from surveying work—remnants of the last significant human presence in the mountains from years ago.

Uncle Zhou nodded silently, saying no more. Seeing that no one else had anything to add, Li Yu dismissed everyone to rest.

Zhong Lingyu, tired of reading the lively comments, felt that Su Rui was in a good mood after breakfast. Although the sky was somewhat overcast, as long as practical problems could be resolved, it was still a rather pleasant day.

Dongfang Li had intended to reprimand Raymond for last night’s incident, but Raymond didn’t catch it and instead explained his eidetic memory.

“Two-headed dragon, evade!” Number Thirteen reacted swiftly as the two-headed dragon nimbly leapt aside, narrowly missing the water orb floating midair.

Fu Qingmeng’s heart tightened, racing with thoughts. No matter how much she calculated, she hadn’t anticipated that the heir would be alone in the deserted Changqiu Palace! This was a grave mistake. It seemed a desperate gamble was the only option.

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Running away! Fleeing for their lives! You’re really bold! Normally, you’re so loud and boastful, but don’t you understand the current situation?

Milotic gathered murderous intent, then unleashed a powerful purple shockwave from its mouth toward the slowly ascending Porygon and its chubby companion. The shockwave instantly transformed into the form of a dragon in midair.

Yue Fenghua consulted with those beside her and decided to handle other matters first. With so many aspects involved, it was impossible to cover every detail thoroughly. Now, they needed to see who would lend assistance here.

Jiaomu Peak, where mountain fires had raged, yet Jiaomu withstood wind and rain unbowed. How could the ancient monsters of the Tai Xu Sword Sect not know that fire-blocking wood grew on Jiaomu Peak?

Only now did Zhulan realize the severity of the situation: the ability to replicate and transform into a legendary spirit was truly terrifying.

The death knell had been recalled by Yuna. A layer of frost covered the pale wood of the bell, and no one knew which part had been torn off earlier.

After returning to the mountain, he found that his senior uncle had already left. His master claimed to have caught a cold and dared not face the wind. For over a month, he had remained indoors, rarely leaving his bed. Besides delivering meals and water to his room, he had to brew medicine daily according to his master’s prescriptions.

Now they wanted them to act in films or dramas? No need to guess—they were certainly not professionals in that field.

If it were someone impersonating the crown prince from another clan, that would be one thing. But within the Chang Gong clan, there was Zhang Yan, who had once seen the real crown prince.

After explaining everything, Lin Feiyu still just stared at him silently, offering no response. Ye Chen recalled Jiang Muling’s earlier words and began to consider how to persuade Lin Feiyu if he also tried to dissuade him.

The quarrel grew more intense. Yet, like parliaments of the future, the louder the dispute, the more complex and intractable the problem became. After a morning of arguing, the clan leaders still produced no effective solutions—only increasingly throbbing headaches.

A faint purple aura began to rise within him, forming a halo shimmering with purple-gold light around his body. Astonishingly, it completely isolated all the powerful spell attacks.

Hua Tiancheng’s shoulders were shredded by the sharp claws of a large gray wolf, but he gripped the wolf’s neck tightly, refusing to let go.

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At first, some speculated it was the relatively common spiritual beast, the Ironbeak Eagle. But soon this was disproved, as the beaks of aerial eagle-type spiritual beasts were not as thick as that of the Ironbeak Eagle.

“If there’s really nothing important, then don’t come again. You’d better focus on your own affairs!” Ning Hanwei said.

Lang Tianya wanted to ask about her relationship with the child, but such a direct question would be awkward, so he didn’t bring it up.

Ling Jiantong silently recited a hundred times in her heart. Hua Yue looked at her, watching her lips move slightly as if chanting a prayer, and a faint smile curved her mouth. She was still as adorable as ever.

The entire Niu tribe rejoiced; having finally found a way to completely cure the beast transformation snake, everyone was glad. Even the sorrow from the casualties in battle was somewhat softened.

Luo Li was out again, having come from the tree. Such a thing was wonderful. The elder told her it was a creeping vine that liked to wrap around trees; if not removed, it would entwine into the trunk and kill the tree.

“What do you mean?” Ling Jiantong asked cautiously, for Mu Luo was no gentleman.

“Good tea must be enjoyed by good people. I think you’re just right!” the old man continued toward Fanyu.

“Someone’s coming. Stop fighting.” Pulao wiped the blood from his hands and spoke softly. Moonlight bathed him, casting a chillingly pure white glow.

The potatoes here were also purely wild and natural. They grew irregularly—some clustered in piles, others standing alone, some growing in crevices between stones, and some stubbornly sprouting from the roots of large trees.