Chapter 39

Yet he lacked the courage to face the other person with his true identity, for he did not believe that his past actions were enough to warrant a lifetime of devotion from them.

With no other choice, Li Yue could only retrieve a somewhat antiquated basin and a towel from her space to wash her own face and hands. After discarding the water, she used her supernatural ability to conjure fresh water for the others, allowing them to freshen up as well.

Just as Shao Yu was controlling the internal alchemy bead, moving it toward the Corpse-Devouring Beast, the bead suddenly seemed to encounter some kind of suction. It broke free from his control entirely, and with a soft hum, it flew toward the beast, hovering about a foot from its body and beginning to rotate slowly around it.

Silence fell. Everything that had happened to Li Yue recently deviated from her expectations, and she had told herself more than once that she must prepare for the unpredictable.

In that case, could a few martial artists at the peak of the Great Profound Realm rival a practitioner at the Soul Lock Realm, or even have a chance to defeat the latter? It was possible, but the odds were slim.

This was a place one would normally avoid at all costs, yet now she found herself here. If there were nothing suspicious going on, she would be a fool—she just did not know exactly what was happening.

In terms of spiritual sense alone, Zhao Xuan’s was not particularly formidable; at most, it was on par with a ninety-third-level Title Douluo of the spiritual type.

At this moment, Li Zitao looked down, and a shrill scream of horror erupted from his throat. His face flushed beet-red as he scrambled to pull up his trousers—which had fallen for reasons unknown—and fled as if his life depended on it.

Lu Heng’s face was dark enough to rival the abyss. Although their collision had been a clumsy accident, having her vomit all over him was no small matter. Furthermore, the pungent, foul odor made him feel utterly revolted. Were it not for the sight of that beautiful, ink-black hair, he might well have tossed the person aside.

Zhao Xuan’s heart steadied slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief. This God of Souls was not as terrifying as he had imagined; ultimately, it was not a Creator capable of breathing life into existence.

Amidst this bone-deep, burning agony, Zhao Ming’s body was already drenched in sweat. He endured the pain with all his might, knowing this was a critical step in tempering his body. For two months, the essence of the Immortal’s Will had been transforming his constitution; if he could just endure this ordeal, his physical form would undergo a profound change.

Gradually, it transformed into a sphere of blood, the liquid constantly churning. Inside the orb, Xia Mingfeng felt as if his innate divine energy were being corroded by the blood; a sizzling sound persisted, and even his protective light barrier grew significantly weaker.

The youth in white departed, his presence as chilling and murderous as the sword qi he had brought with him. A friend? A confidant from the depths of his soul? Or perhaps just a blurred figure from his memories—two children, two swords, two robes of different colors.

Most importantly, while performing all of this, Ancestor Rong showed no sign of pain. On the contrary, through the mysterious connection with the ancestor, they could sense his heartfelt joy.

"Mu Feng, Gao Zhi, welcome back." Sigong smiled sincerely, her eyes reddening—perhaps out of guilt for having left earlier.

Under Wang Hou’s strike, the Skeleton Lord’s body could not help but tilt backward. "Boom." As the five-meter-tall frame of the Skeleton Lord crashed heavily to the ground, Wang Hou received a notification from the space.

Hearing this, Ye Zhuo understood a little more. It seemed this person was also trying to recruit him, and judging by his tone, there was someone else behind him—perhaps the true master rumored to reside in Turbulence Valley.

Fortunately, Chu Ziliu was present today, so Shen Shuiji had no excuse to decline the gift.

As billions of strands of killing intent and malevolence flashed, the pillar of fire in the boundless hellish realm flared up as if doused in oil. The crackling, shattered space and flowing light even eclipsed the lightning and thunder across the sky.

Amidst a hearty laugh, another Spring and Autumn Coil of life and death manifested, swifter than the last. Like the lash of a long whip, it struck out. Before it could be crushed into dust by the heavy pressure, a third coil appeared, slithering forth like a serpent emerging from its den.

With that, she raised her hand, signaling for Su Ming and Qing Feng, who were holding her cloak high, to withdraw for the time being.

Those who can fight are not as good as those who can run; those who can run are not as good as those who can scheme; those who can scheme are still no match for those with ironclad fate; and those with ironclad fate are no match for those who cheat...

The antique architecture was exquisite; passing through rows of blue stone steps, one could see red plum blossoms blooming in the wind against the red walls.

As Lin Huan was lost in a myriad of thoughts, two cool, slender, and sexy lips suddenly pressed against her own.

By killing Wu Xiu right in front of her, the Crown Prince of Qi was performing a ritual to conquer Yu Zi’s heart.

"Your... Your Majesty..." Xue Qiaoling’s lips, stained with deep red rouge, trembled slightly as she whispered words only she could hear.

Although Beichen Langhua’s tone remained stern and her voice frigid and sharp, the words she spoke were surprisingly agreeable.

Cao Cao personally led an army of one hundred thousand, marching grandly toward Xiapi to reinforce Liu Bei. However, his pace was incredibly slow, and as of yet, he had not even entered the boundaries of Xiapi Commandery.

The competition between these families was comparable to an emperor’s harem; for the sake of power, there was nothing they would not do.

When Wen Lun heard that Huo Ru was ill, he could not help but feel secretly pleased. Wang Yuting was right—Huo Ru was finished.