Chapter 34: Entering the Formation

Hearing the threats from the mastermind behind the scenes, I could only find it amusing.

With a cold snort, I retorted:
"Your words are truly interesting. Let me ask you this..."
"Even if I didn't make this deal with that old beggar, would you really have let me go?"
The mastermind, as expected...

Having finished these words, Cao Ke took his leave of Wu Li and returned to his residence to contemplate the specific details of battling the monsters of the Hun Tian Realm.

Ji Lie laughed heartily and offered endless praise, clearly quite satisfied with Ji Peng. He even intended to personally instruct and guide Ji Peng in his cultivation, seemingly prepared to pass on his own Dao and methods.

The person who ambushed Jessica clearly understood the power of the Phoenix Bow's magical arrows. Daring not to meet them head-on, they swayed repeatedly, dodging both projectiles.

"One strike? Are you saying one strike is enough?" Cao Ke stared with wide eyes, stunned by Zhou Fan's words, his expression one of pure disbelief.

At this moment, Li Zhaoyuan was twisting and dancing his body, manipulating the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram in his hands to spin rapidly, desperately trying to dissipate the impact force of the powerful and terrifying sonic cannon that enveloped him. Consequently, he had no hands free to deal with the gargantuan, devouring jaws of the monster lunging toward him.

"No, Yunwen must enter the palace immediately and beg the Emperor to rescind the imperial decree." The fear of the future forced Zhu Yunwen to make concessions, or perhaps, to flee.

"I never intended to, but there's no need to go around telling everyone how powerful we are," Miss Xiu said airily.

Ren Huang waved his hand, and the soldiers began to open one of the city gates, marching out in a grand and imposing procession.

"Hmph! What do you know! We practitioners are born to struggle against others and against the Heavens. What we seek is longevity; what we seek is freedom and ease. No practitioner is willing to submit to a fate they cannot control. This is the difference between a practitioner and a mortal," Venerable Wan Ling stated sternly.

The Thunder Roc egg crossed the barrier of Dao patterns and landed in the giant nest, rolling until it rested beside the two other Thunder Roc eggs. Their auras were similar, born of the same essence, and they felt an immense sense of kinship, showing no resistance whatsoever.

In any case, guided by the mysterious hand of fate, Xu Meng’s toe made contact with the body of the Carp King, which was covered in hard scales.

As it turned out, he went back on his word immediately, seizing an airship, severing his connection to the mainframe, and abducting several local residents of Gray Wall City before fleeing to the Dark Abyss in an attempt to make a comeback.

Lu Mingfei was willing to share knowledge, but that did not mean he was willing to share his privacy. He had already decided to add some "flavor" to his next conversation; with Nono's high intuition, he was certain she would eventually notice.

Should he continue with his original plan and head to Mount Qiyun and Mount Yi? Or should he simply ask this Daoist right here if he could become his disciple? Would he find the immortal path he sought at Mount Qiyun and Mount Yi? And if he did not go there, would this Daoist be willing to take him in?

But as Martin consumed more and more of the threads, he was finally overcome by sleepiness; his head drooped, and he drifted into a dream.

"In ancient times, there were countless myths—mending the heavens, chasing the sun, striking mountains and severing rivers. Therefore, the ancient gods must have possessed heaven-shaking and earth-shattering power. What is there to dispute about that?" a Daoist said, frowning.

He spun his Twin Swords of Inverse Scales into a massive wheel of light. High-energy particle streams swirled along the edges of the blades, erupting into countless sparks as they hit the air, forming a colossal ring of fire.

Time seemed to have little meaning here. It was unclear how much time had passed when Glaki drifted from the center of the lake to the corridor where Lu Mingfei and Zero stood.

He was just about to ask what had happened when he saw, in his peripheral vision, that his body had been pierced by black threads, which connected upward to an ocean formed by blurred shadows.

Ji Yanchi turned a deaf ear to her words, dragging her all the way back to the bedroom before locking the door.

Outside the room, several attendants glanced at one another, clutching their growling, hungry stomachs, and resigned themselves to continuing their watch.

"You must listen clearly to what I have said: you are not to go looking for those fox-friends and dog-companions of yours anymore. Tomorrow, I am taking you to Japan," his sister said.

Although it was an exaggeration, within a world, a Child of the World is exactly that kind of over-the-top existence; as long as he desires something, there is nothing he cannot obtain.

"Remember to help me close the 'door'—it's windy outside, and I'm not wearing any clothes. What if I catch a cold?" Yang Liu'er called out coquettishly.

"It's about time, though the proprietress will still need a few days to recover." He held nothing back, recounting the events of the day.

"Er, well, you see, he hasn't paid respects to the Ancestor yet. Once he does tomorrow and inherits the merit of the Ancestor, there will naturally be variables in the Book of Life and Death," Celestial Master Zhang said with a lecherous grin.

"Does that mean I have to say seven hundred and ninety-two sentences?" Looking at those fingers, delicate as green onions, I felt a sudden, burning urge to snatch them and take a fierce bite.

Pure speed, a perfected physical form, and overwhelming strength allowed him to remain at ease even while surrounded.

The argument woke everyone in the carriage. The attendant hurried over and called for the train police, though, for the moment, no one knew what was actually happening.

The finals were of such great importance that the magistrate naturally attended; after all, he was the organizer and witness of this martial arts tournament for a bride.

The white-bearded old man beside him pointed to the side of the training grounds, where the same essence of heaven and earth began to converge upon one of the students.

Seeing that Fan Long spoke of it so dismissively, Lin Feng said no more, assuming that Fan Long had his own calculations in mind.

Under the influence of such intoxicating emotions, Zhuge Cangyue’s hands left her cheeks and wrapped around Lin Feng’s neck, though she herself was unaware of when it had happened.

Xiantu spoke, his hands turning over to reveal a mass of hazy, misty Three-Light Divine Water floating above his palms. As soon as this water appeared, the resonance of the Dao echoed, and a cooling aura instantly diffused, lingering throughout the great hall as Xiantu’s figure faded into nothingness.

Zhang Nan stepped through the doorway and nearly collided with Meng Die'er’s supple body; in particular, the back of his hand nearly brushed against the mysterious, deep cleavage of her chest.

Speaking of this, the Primordial Great Demon looked at Haotian with a gaze filled with resentment. Nezha was originally his disciple from the Chan Sect, yet now he refused to acknowledge him as his grandmaster, choosing instead to serve Haotian. This occurrence was something the Primordial Great Demon could not bring himself to accept, hence the resentment.