Chapter 155: Advancement

Rumble!
Following a flash of heavenly lightning, the secret chamber was instantly blasted into collapse.
With a resounding bang, Lin Hao surged forth from the ruins. He radiated an ethereal, immortal aura, and the pressure emanating from his body grew even heavier.
He had successfully broken through to the first-tier bottleneck of the Deity Transformation Realm.
"Oh! The Sect Master has broken through! That's fantastic!" Everyone cheered.
Red Guard and Xing Wei also looked at Lin Hao with stirred expressions. As Lin Hao walked toward the crowd, everyone felt as though it were an illusion—wherever Lin Hao walked, the spiritual energy in the air instantly grew noticeably denser.
Meanwhile, in the realm of this cultivation plane, after the heavenly thunder receded, everything quietly began to undergo subtle changes.
Right......
In the distance, Commander Gu, who had transformed into a tall bamboo and concealed himself within the bamboo grove, felt his heart tighten. There was only one explanation for his exposure: that golden figure was undoubtedly the supreme expert of the Katu Clan—the Holy Emperor of the Katu Clan.

Jiang Yunyun nodded and said with the composure of a veteran, "All the furniture used in my family comes from right here. Let's go, I'll take you in to pick out a table." With that, she stepped forward and headed toward the shop entrance.
The Red Hare steed rushed forth like a blazing fire, sweeping across the earth, transcending time and space, and arriving in a flash. Under the panicked gaze of the arrogant flying horse, the painted halberd was raised high against the morning sun. While the city guards shielded their eyes to look into the distance, the round heads of the flying-horse soldiers bounced across the ground.
Peering downward through the light filtering through the cracks in the box, one could see the face of Sister Feiyan—possessed by Hong'er—flushed bright red, with fire blazing in her eyes.
Of course, the above was merely Zhao Han's wishful thinking. In reality, whether Wang Feian would take the bait remained an unknown variable. However, Zhao Han felt confident about this because Wang Feian truly had very little time left. A drowning man would clutch even at a straw, let alone a Primordial Spirit Martial Artist whose physical body had been blasted to pieces!
Zhao Han's soul body abruptly crossed his arms to shield his head, without any protective barrier around him, choosing to endure the overwhelming, surging sword intent head-on.
Shi Jingtian never let go of his long bow, chasing closely behind Zhang Yong like the wind. Ten Vajra clansmen gripped their heavy hammers and charged forward in large strides.
The slovenly old man patted his bulging belly, pulled a wine gourd from who knows where, and gulped down several mouthfuls of wine before emitting a resonant and melodic burp of satisfaction.
The Katu Clan consisted of metallic lifeforms, and their essence lay in something known as the "Proto-core." The grade of the Proto-core was primarily influenced by bloodline; the higher the Proto-core grade, the greater the future potential.
As his voice fell, several tangible figures returned to the void without a moment's hesitation. Viewed in this light, this farcical scene was merely a tentative probing maneuver by Eden's faction.
Aman smiled and looked at Su Jing as she finished speaking. She had to admit, her imperial father's cherishing of the empress's position warmed her heart a bit more. The person her imperial father cared about the most would always be her mother.

Because this mutated animal's nickname was the honey badger, its body was not large, and its flat head merged seamlessly with its back, covered in white fur just like a shaved buzz cut.
Back when he shared a hotel with Da Genzi, Liya Lin ran down to the dungeons every day to battle monsters and level up. Left behind with nothing to do, Da Genzi除了 cooking, spent her remaining time making new friends.
It was all falsehoods; everyone was simply unwilling to miss this rare opportunity to improve their own abilities just like that. They were exhausted, paralyzed with fatigue, but no matter how tired they were, they had to persevere.
She remembered that the slap she delivered across Wen Shang's face had been delivered with immense force, almost numbing her hand. One could only imagine how painful Wen Shang's face must have been at that moment.
Rong Tang glanced at Mo Beimo once more. Finding no one extending an invitation this time, Mo Beimo pulled up a chair and sat down himself. Seeing Rong Tang look over, he even nodded in greeting.
When Jiraiya saw with his own eyes that Naruto had produced a shadow clone and whipped up a Rasengan of formidable power, Jiraiya's mouth had dropped wide open, completely at a loss for what expression to make.
"What?" Fu Zhixiao's eyes instantly widened to the size of ancient copper coins, unable to believe what she had just heard.
Yes, that was the carriage cabin—the magnificent cabin specially crafted by her mother so that she and her sisters could travel and go out with ease.