Chapter 131: Joining Forces Against the Enemy

Bai Yuening pushed her speed to the absolute limit, her figure leaving a blurred trail of afterimages across the broken valley terrain. Yet, Lin Yu and his two companions remained in hot pursuit. The disparity in their cultivation levels, combined with the omnipresent pressure of the local laws, made her solitary flight increasingly arduous. The sword wound on her shoulder throbbed with pain, her spiritual energy was depleting rapidly, and her pursuers were closing in. Just as she swept past a slope covered in sharp, fragmented stones, two familiar figures appeared to her side.

As Calis reached the very center of the spherical crater, her body suddenly trembled. A strangely familiar aura began to faintly diffuse from the soil beneath her feet.

"It moved! It actually moved!" Feng Yanbin, who had witnessed it as well, was beside himself with excitement, his voice trembling slightly.

The tiger-like beast was incensed, but before it could make a move, it was struck down by Qin Yang’s successive attacks, leaving it gasping for its final breaths.

Ancient people held strong concepts of hierarchy. After Ma Yun toasted Wu Ban, he noticed that Wu Ban had calmed down from his earlier state of desperate urgency and frustration, even showing a hint of remorse.

Several screams rang out; it seemed some had suffered eye injuries from glass shards. In the dim carriage, Himmler clutched his eyes with both hands, blood seeping steadily between his fingers. Göring was incredibly unlucky, having rolled under a seat where he remained trapped and calling for help; his corpulent body made it impossible for him to crawl out of the deformed seat frame.

"If you don’t come out now, I won't mind playing the villain!" Undisturbed by the surrounding noise, Meng Yueyun threatened coldly.

Although Xuan Linghua was somewhat volatile, he was certainly not a man without a brain! Yet, why would he choose this moment to build a city, and in such a dangerous location?

Along the way, the group remained silent. The air was thick with a heavy atmosphere, and Li Xiangyun wore a look of concern, which left Meng Yueyun feeling equally despondent.

Gu Wanyin’s expression remained unchanged as she pressed further: "Will the Princess not change her mind? Will she not blame me again if the results are not to her satisfaction later?" A slight curl of her lips formed a half-smile that, to Princess Yonghe, appeared deeply mocking.

"Let her go!" Lin Feng stepped forward, patted Wu Shan’s shoulder, and spoke in an icy tone.

Liu Yi turned around to see that beyond the frozen world, immortal light permeated the air. Phantasmal immortal figures danced in the void, circling the cliff in graceful movements.

Of course, looking at it from another angle, even if Yue Qiu had not been trapped in this cage after being captured, the three Dao-Harmonization experts—Liang Hao, Hong Luan, and Ling Xiao—who were being used as firewood, along with the nearly one thousand people on Canglei Mountain, would have been more than enough to kill him.

Although Lu Xinbin still harbored some doubts, seeing his nephew’s confident demeanor, he finally nodded in agreement.

The Eight-Mysteries Sword Ancestor widened his eyes, recalling his own experience: he had prepared for forty-nine years and spent eighty-one years in seclusion contemplating the path before finally breaking through that bottleneck.

I don't know why, but I was feeling truly exhausted. I reached into my pocket and took out a stimulant pill crafted by Chang Bai; this stuff could make even the sleepiest person jump to their feet. I chewed it, and a wave of chill shot straight to my brain, so spicy that tears rolled down my cheeks and my tongue went completely numb.

The enlightenment they spoke of was, naturally, not merely superficial application; it required a deeper level of understanding—one that had to surpass the insights of the Celestial Venerable of that era—in order to seize that sliver of opportunity.

Fang Ruosheng pondered to herself: Hmph, even if you are as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, if I parade in front of you every day, I don't fear that you won't eventually fall for me.

It is said that both the book by Sun Yifan and the one written by Yue Yi have received tremendous acclaim.

At this moment, no one cared about Gu Feng’s desertion; they were more concerned with how this farce had come to pass today.