Chapter 111: Ancestral Rituals

A surge of turmoil stirred within Qin Ling’s heart as she pondered endlessly over the phrase, “Originally also a divine realm, but now no longer so.” Yet, all she could do was furrow her brows ever deeper without gaining any insight.

PS: Second update! According to the Records of the Investiture of the Gods, the Old Longevity Star, the Southern Pole Immortal Elder, is a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun of the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

The garrison soldiers remained silent, none daring to speak. Their breathing was heavy, and the fear etched on their faces and the trembling of their bodies were particularly evident.

He immediately sent a message to Bao Lei: “Where are my classmates? The walkie-talkie frequencies have changed—what is going on with the conversations on those devices?”

Though to a level 100 player these were the lowest of the low, many who shared unforgettable memories with Zhang Yuanhang perhaps kept them as mementos, somehow ending up scattered here.

Her tone carried an irresistible allure, making one involuntarily want to believe her words.

The students had not entered the classroom for some time. Upon entering this time, they found it as spotless as before, yet the campus as a whole had noticeably fewer people.

On the deck, Huang Feihu’s face had remained pale ever since his resurrection.

A dense hail of bullets rained down upon the crowd. Just as all life seemed doomed, the energy decay device activated—it emitted a sharp sound, casting a wave of light that froze the bullets midair.

Chi You, praised by the Yellow Emperor as the “Lord of War,” was a formidable figure in Chinese history—the only one who forced the celestial, demon, and human realms to unite in order to defeat him.

“I’ve found the route; we can depart now.” Moments later, Jonk retrieved a teleportation scroll from the old steward.

This journey had Gu Lie under imperial orders serving as the negotiation representative, but this was merely a front; the real leadership was in Fei Hu’s hands.

The sharp canine blades bit into the giant ape’s arm, but contrary to expectations, there was no gore. Instead, the tyrannosaurus’s bite felt like hitting refined steel, shattering its own teeth, blood pouring from its mouth.

The desire for ordinary food gradually waned, replaced by a craving for some pure form of energy. The scent of the body vanished completely. If the common five-colored dragon still resembled a beast, the current White River had wholly transcended the realm of mere animals.

Sun Shaozu did not expect that the delicate young lady of the Jia household was carrying scissors in her arms. He paused, staring at her with some astonishment.

The centipede floating in the void, like a wolf smelling blood, opened its jaws wide and greedily devoured the black demonic energy. Lin Fei could even hear the gulping sounds as it swallowed.

“Master Yue has ordered that this Lin must be taken down! Whoever captures Lin Fei will be rewarded ten thousand gold dragon coins!” The elderly man in a golden crown and blue robe sitting on the throne addressed all the elders present.

In the past, he was the young clan leader of the Uchiha clan. Many outwardly respected him, but Uchiha Itachi saw mockery in their eyes, all because of his obesity.

Spiritual beasts were already scarce when supplied to adventurers; how could the emperor have so many as to provide these envoys with spirit beast mounts? If he could, he wouldn’t need the adventurers’ power—his envoys alone would quell the turmoil at sea.

Later, Ning Jiang found Kunlun, Ning Yuan, and others imprisoned on one of the Jiang family’s fleet ships.

Qianqian did not turn around but said faintly with her back to him, “Then just think I’m deaf. But so long as you won’t eat, I will bring you a bowl every five minutes until you do.” Her posture was straight and proud, her stubbornness finally pushing him to the brink of fury.

Willowwood certainly would not collect stones unless they were cracked open or worn down to reveal green inside.

These monks had been brought over by Qin Qiong, and indeed they had been hungry for some time—some hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

“Just like clothes, no matter when, you always feel like something’s missing,” Bei Yeluo smiled softly, her eyebrows rippling gently as if she always carried a smile, curved like the bright waxing crescent moon in the night sky.

At that moment, the man on the bed opened his eyes, his clear gaze fixed on her sleeping face. A smile of happiness curved his lips. Surprised, he noticed her bandaged hands and gently took hold of hers.

Occasionally, billions of drifting storm turbulences blew against Ming Fan’s exquisite cassock and brushed against Fang Cheng’s silent face.

——

In an instant, her clothes were soaked by the rain. The coldness seeped from head to toe. The torrential downpour struck her face and body with a piercing sting. Unable to keep her eyes open, she closed them and tilted her head back, letting the endless rain wash over her face directly.

“A month ago?” Li Yuan broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, a hint of delight appearing on his face. This thing became more delicious the more he ate.

“Ling Mo…” Ning Yuanlan felt they had great differences in educating the child.

Willowwood thought, whether it was Yamato or the Hayato, you certainly don’t know how to write the word ‘integrity.’

The reason for such impulsiveness was that Tian Chongyuan was a proud man who would never ally with Zhang Feizhen even unto death.

“Then do you dare to bet with me? Whoever loses must strip naked and run a hundred laps around the school!” Geng Haoshi glared fiercely at that senior.

Yet, restrained by his chilling aura and sharp gaze, as if capable of freezing them to death.

Although the crocodile had reached the pinnacle of the general rank, it was clearly no match for that silver-armored supernatural being. Its ugly, tough skin was riddled with bullet holes, bleeding profusely.

Zhao Laidi’s insults were too harsh, and her skill in veiled reproach was insufficient; everyone knew exactly who she was targeting. Immediately, some military wives rushed to the school to inform Xia Zhi of the matter.

“I wouldn’t know,” Ye Qilin inhaled and exhaled. The airflow transformed into a blue dragon, which danced, raising its head and claws. Ye Qilin climbed onto the dragon’s head and pointed to its body.

Wei Nian suddenly understood his intention and said, “Good. If we manage to breach the prison, take advantage of the chaos to kill Dian Wei. If not, the Protectorate Army would have committed a grave crime by raiding the prison. They will inevitably be at a disadvantage. Dian Wei will not die, nor will he ever be released.”