Chapter 142: Iconic Future Scenes

[Page 1 of 3]

She suddenly saw Qu Lianshan glance in from outside the door. He peered desperately through the crack, then pressed an ear against the door to listen. Taking advantage of the distraction, she quietly climbed the ladder next door. The ladder was usually propped against the neighboring courtyard wall.

After finally enduring until nightfall, Li Wei ate a boxed meal supplied on the train for dinner. The food was far too salty, so she drank a stomachful of water afterward.

Back then, Xiao Zong defected to Northern Wei. Not long afterward, Northern Wei fell into internal turmoil, and Xiao Zong met his end. The relic within his body vanished without a trace. Who would have thought that after Northern Wei split into eastern and western realms, the relic would fall into the hands of Eastern Wei—what was now Northern Qi?

Many serious matters cannot be settled by words alone, yet many other things begin with nothing more than words.

“Yes!” The young man with a sword strapped to his back cast Lu Fei a haughty glance and replied coolly with that single word.

“If you want to die, go outside and do it. Don’t ruin my appetite here.” Seeing the Lord of Tianmu Prefecture take out a poisonous pill and prepare to swallow it, Xia Haoxuan spoke up at once.

“I’m not going back. If I do, they’ll only nag me about getting married. I can barely hide from them as it is.” When Qi Jingyi was young, she often traveled overseas to perform and rarely returned home for family reunions, so she had always been rather indifferent to familial affection.

Zhen Mi, the Nether Emperor, and the others accepted the order. They immediately released the Changping Tribe from the sacred artifact, setting it down in a corner of the Galou World. Baleful energy surged forth, and a vast forbidden zone appeared within that world.

“There are things I need to do. For instance, the grudge between the Blood Tower and me—it’s time to settle it.” Ye Lin’s face was filled with resolve.

At that moment, Ji Wu knew that even by using the power of his spiritual root, he would have difficulty killing his opponent. He had no choice but to use that one technique.

“There are formations everywhere inside—trapping arrays, killing arrays, maze formations. Many people have died in there. And that black smoke appears without warning. Once it wraps around you, you’ll suffer severe injuries even if you don’t die.” As Feng Wuzong spoke, a chill ran through him.

Once one’s cultivation reached the titled level, the ten worlds behind them represented the divisions of ten realms. Yet when one’s own strength truly reached the titled level, there was actually no meaningful distinction between stronger and weaker. What better revealed the difference was one’s state of mind and one’s abilities.

“Of course. What we are discussing now is how our Great Tang will control the Turks after defeating them,” Li Chengqian said.

The several people spoke at the same time. This might well be the last time they borrowed their ancestors’ power to fight. This time, they held nothing back, burning their very life force to obtain the greatest strength possible.

[Page 2 of 3]

Ning Yue did not disturb Meng Ting. Without her noticing, he drew out a thread of soul power. That sliver of soul power had no effect whatsoever on Nangong Mengting.

Three days later, Lu Yun received the two pieces of equipment Master Chaohui had finished making. When Lu Yun saw the over-fifty-year-old master running and hopping into the barbershop to appear before everyone, he nearly flung the iced tea in his hand into the man’s face.

He intended to use Primordial True Qi to make Cang Jianli explode. Killing his opponent by causing his body to rupture with Primordial True Qi was an ambiguous explanation; since he had not personally slain him, he could simply claim that the man had been unable to withstand it. Jiang Hengchu thought himself extremely clever. Hidden in the void, he had no idea how many times he had laughed smugly to himself.

By then, every faction knew that the voice they had just heard belonged to the tens of thousands of citizens on Vermilion Bird Avenue, all pleading for a young general to present their grievance directly to the emperor.

Li Zhuo, Zuo Zong, and the others from Group Zi exchanged glances and sighed softly. What else was there to say? They had better run.

Zeus’s hand broke through the baleful aura surrounding Li Chao’s body and seized him by the crown of his head. He began channeling the vast energy within himself, intending to shatter Li Chao’s skull with a single blow, crush his head, and end his life.

Yellow Hair’s body crashed into the liquor rack. Numerous bottles fell to the floor, including quite a few expensive vintages. The sight made the bar manager’s eyelids twitch violently.

After entering the camp, they collapsed onto their beds like dead dogs, not moving a muscle. Quite a few of them began snoring within two or three seconds of lying down.

“Ever since the mysterious phenomena descended upon the world more than twenty years ago, our country has established an organization called the Sweepers, with offices in every city. They are responsible for clearing away all mysterious phenomena and handling the incidents they cause.”

Jun Muqing did not know how to respond for a moment. It was impossible for her to truly have anything with Chu Yiyuan.

Over the past four days, they had eaten only one hot meal. It was as though eating had become entirely unrelated to their lives.

Not long after everyone had taken their seats, the Crown Prince returned as well. He had only just settled into the principal seat when Zhou Yuner, taking advantage of Fan Xiuwan’s absence, carried a cup of wine over and asked to drink with him.

Ye Qianxing performed these actions with extraordinary familiarity. At a glance, one could tell that he was accustomed to cooking.

The proud Lu Bu had initially felt somewhat disappointed, but the moment he realized that someone in this world could possess even greater strength than he did, his blood began to boil with excitement.

[Page 3 of 3]

He vaguely knew that above them was an enormous force controlling Jiang City.

Zhou Fuchen switched off her phone and tossed it into her spatial storage, all the while washing up and thinking of another solution.

Not far in front of the mutated bull Gegelong, its owner, Locke, silently observed the situation on the battlefield.

Afterward, they enjoyed a sumptuous meal. Die Wu took a hot bath to wash away several months of accumulated sweat, then rested comfortably for two days before seeking out Li Mingchang again and handing the booklets over to him.

The Fourth Lord had not finished speaking when the figure shining with golden light cut him off with a single word: “Get out!”

The voice carried overwhelming might. A tremendous pressure descended upon the Fourth Lord, forcing his body downward by three feet before he finally managed to steady himself.

Unfortunately, the Heart of the Divine Realm was simply too great a temptation for him. Moreover, it was exceptionally pure and offered no resistance whatsoever.

“The magical prowess of the eastern coast has indeed surpassed that of our Western Isles,” Ashar’s voice said through a transmission of spiritual power.

The rain cloak and bamboo hat were somewhat oversized, making it impossible to see the wearer’s features. The other person remained completely silent.

The thin-faced man was suffering in silence, his face flushed from holding everything in. In his heart, he wished he could skin the three men from Yanyun City alive, tear out their tendons, smash their bones, and suck out the marrow. In reality, however, he was being chased and fleeing for his life.

Lu Shanmin smiled. “It’s different. You’re one of our own, while she’s an outsider. Family members can speak frankly and often bicker, but when it comes to outsiders, you should give way a little.”