54 "Received"

"I want to take a picture with Da Huang by the big banyan tree, is that okay?" Yuanbao asked politely, a bright smile on his face.

"Of course," Lin Zhao said with a gentle look in his eyes.

The group walked over to the big banyan tree.

Yuanbao smoothed down his patched clothes, called out to Da Huang, and stood beneath the tree.

As it was the child's first time taking a picture, he was inevitably at a loss, not knowing where to look, his entire demeanor radiating awkwardness and tension.

"Don't be nervous, look right here..."

Wherever it passed, that hidden aura was like gasoline, ready to ignite at the slightest spark. The moment it touched anything, a violent surge of raw power erupted instantly.

"Qifeng! That beast—that beast actually wanted to..." Chen Qifeng flew into a sudden rage, flames of fury soaring to the heavens as he swung his fist and lunged at Wang Bufan. Meanwhile, Yao Zuifei, standing with her back to Chen Qifeng, flashed a seductive smile at Wang Bufan, gave a coy wink, and drifted away gracefully amidst a look of triumphant amusement.

Yet who would have thought that today's trial would still not be a combat match, but rather a contest of comprehension? The leader of the Immortal Worship Courtyard spoke in a clear, resonant voice, and every single rule was distinctly transmitted to the ears of everyone present. Today's trial was still divided into three parts.

If she could live life over again, no matter what methods she had to exhaust, she would never let him set foot on the path of seeking immortality.

Jiang Fan glanced beside him and found that all his clothes were neatly folded. Reaching out to touch them, he discovered they still retained a lingering warmth.

"This subordinate has been serving in official posts for nineteen thousand years," the judge said in fear and trembling. The measure of time he spoke of was the true concept of time, not the boundary-concept within the underworld.

The spiritual energy within a radius of two hundred miles—such a vast quantity was something he could not bear even in his present state, and presumably, even a Nine-Star Martial Saint might not be able to accommodate so much spiritual energy.

The Sovereign of Divine Hao understood this principle thoroughly, so if assistance was available, he would not easily refuse it.

Liang Jun grabbed her bag, rummaged through it, pulled out a compass and a map, and then turned on her smartphone's flashlight to take a look.

Past experiences determine one's vision, and his current horizon far surpassed that of an ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator. The massive island stretched out boundlessly, adorned with blooming flowers and emerald green grass. Endless spiritual mists lingered around, and immortal cranes danced gracefully through the air, presenting the exact picture of an overseas celestial wonderland.

He had originally thought that requesting an audience was merely to clear himself of all association, but he never expected that he would be so uninhibited, showing not the slightest hint of wanting to exculpate himself. Instead, with earnest and sincere words, he asked Shen Qiwu to spend the rest of her life serving before the Buddha hall?

Under normal circumstances, the Starry Sky Building was managed merely by an outsourced security department, with only the top floor accommodating a few planning managers and operational supervisors of the building's property.

"Where are the things?" She knew her father had left some items behind back then, but she had no idea where the old hag had hidden them. Perhaps those things could help uncover what truly happened to her father all those years ago.

Ping An raised her head to exchange a glance with Yan Xuchuan behind her, both of their eyes filled with doubt. If not her, then who else could it be?

Just thinking about what might be hidden within these events made his face turn ashen, and the gaze he directed at Shen Qiwu was colder and more profoundly detached than ever before.

Wu Hui took a step back and said, "The Heavenly Solitary Star?" How could he not have heard of such matters? In everyone's ears, this term was by no means anything auspicious.

The Crown Prince had indeed met Xi He in the past, and Ping An was somewhat unsure whether he had noticed anything. But even if he had perceived something, it should be of no consequence; with the Crown Prince's inflexible mind, he would hardly be able to stir up any major trouble.

Time flowed on without a trace. Exactly how long had passed was unknown, but Yuanming's body still moved about clumsily and in a daze—one day, one month, one year... Who could know?!

"That's wonderful! I especially love the stewed meat at your place..." she said as she followed closely behind Taxin, ignoring the gloomy, handsome face of the man trailing behind them.

When all was said and done, was it not simply because of her own greed? Now she was trapped right here, where her cries to heaven brought no response and her pleas to earth found no echo! Yet she couldn't help suspecting: what on earth was the purpose of this game?