Chapter 123: Heartache

"Don't try to trivialize this. If this 'hollow heart' condition becomes serious, what happens?"

Xie Lin did not buy Gu Zhuo's deflection.

Gu Zhuo remained silent for a long time.

"...Suicide."

A sharp pain pierced Xie Lin's heart. "In the original story, did you kill yourself?" If that were the case...

Gu Zhuo shook his head. "I was killed by a car."

"Are you sure it was an accident?" Xie Lin asked.

You didn't just throw yourself in front of it, did you?

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Chu Tian began to scavenge the corpses of the monsters, checking to see if they had dropped any loot.

Ling Feng had already begun organizing the formation. To be honest, the rest of us had been busy leveling up, so he was the one who had been handling all the affairs of the mercenary group. Fortunately, he was quite adept at management; otherwise, dealing with so many people would have left me completely overwhelmed. Although Sister Wang was technically the leader, she was, in truth, even less suited for management!

Chu Yan watched the smartphone screen inches from his face and looked at Wan Caini’s serious expression. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an incredibly calm demeanor. His facial muscles showed no trace of emotional fluctuation, and his statue-like expression left Wan Caini puzzled.

Xing Feng immediately lunged forward, his powerful palm wind striking at the assassin. The assassin’s expression turned grave as he raised his katana, which was infused with blade energy. The palm strike arrived in an instant. *Clang.* The katana snapped in two upon impact. The assassin was sent flying, crashing to the ground and wailing in agony, just as Xing Feng struck out with his palm once more.

If he could capture Yang Nan, the various sects and factions would crumble instantly. The Grand General’s plans would succeed without any effort. How could such a monumental achievement fail to tempt Chang Xiao?

"I've got the kill recorded as proof!" I had kept the recording system running ever since I summoned the fire dragon; after all, it used the virtual memory of the network, so it had nothing to do with my hard drive.

No, I cannot die yet. For Xue'er’s sake, I must struggle to live. I must find a way to break out and escape this darkness; perhaps then I can find a way to survive.

A pair of dark brown pupils reflected the thirteen golden light-shadows gathering before him. The elderly demon cultivator, well over fifty years of age, took a deep breath. His brows were filled with irrepressible panic and despair.

Wu Dalang was giving his all, while Zhao Deguang was conserving his strength, merely blocking every move without ever launching an offensive. The outcome was already decided, Ling Tian thought to himself, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

With the eruption of this demonic energy, the clouds in the sky collided even more violently. White lightning twisted into a terrifying force, resembling a tangled fishing net. If an ordinary cultivator undergoing the tribulation were to touch it, they would surely be reduced to dust.

Amidst the swirling clouds, Wei Ye stepped into the void, his roar echoing like a tiger's. He gazed directly into Li Yu’s eyes, while behind him, the "True Form Diagram of the Lower Origin Taiyi" slowly unfurled, faintly revealing celestial palaces, jade towers, and the shadows of a thousand immortals and saints.

The hundred thousand corpse soldiers under their command had all been crafted by them from individual terracotta figurines using the Art of the Heavenly Corpse. Every one destroyed was a piece of their life's work torn away.

Now they finally understood why Shui Tianlan was so heaven-defying; it turned out she possessed the most powerful divine treasure in the world. Such a grand opportunity was not something just anyone could obtain.

Standing to the side, Liu Ruxi shook her head in helplessness. She had finally caught the man surnamed Lin in a compromising position and intended to drive him out of the company, but she had never expected Gao Tianle to be such a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

The man didn't utter a word. He stepped in the pattern of the Big Dipper and pointed his finger toward the sky. On the chest of his ritual robe was imprinted a jet-black Taiji symbol—the colors were exactly the reverse of the black-and-white version commonly seen in the world.

Eskimos are natural-born hunters; hunting is their traditional way of life. Or rather, in the Arctic region, hunting is the prerogative of the Eskimos.