Chapter 69: Core Summoning

Within the Forest of Steles, the other disciples continued to seek their fortunes, the sword intent roaring and weaving through the air, composing the eternal backdrop of this sacred land.

Yet this relative tranquility did not last long.

Suddenly, an indescribably vast sword intent erupted from the very heart of the Hundred Swords Stele Forest, soaring into the sky.

This sword intent was not of a single attribute; rather, it carried a supreme sharpness that could sever all illusions and pierce straight to the source.

Its strength far surpassed all the shadowy steles on the periphery.

Looking down, Li Boyang saw the earth split open, and from the abyss-like fissure, a claw abruptly emerged.

Before she could finish speaking, the young woman touched the rainwater on the ground, and her legs instantly transformed into a fish's tail. With a splash, she slid inside and knocked her head against the massage bed.

Outside, Zhao Zhaoxun was searching for someone, saying that Xie Lianghuan had felt unwell that day and, with the blessing of Old Master Xie, returned to the Gu family. During this time, Gu Nianzhi had prepared many gifts for the Xie family, including the jade hairpin that Xie Huanyu had brought to the polo match yesterday.

Although Han Qianlong had previously “persecuted” the Qiao brothers, Ling Guyue had after all saved their lives, and with the antidote pill they took once a year, they now lived as normal men.

Some people began to believe, though for many, it was their first time experiencing such a thing. For a moment, they did not know how to react, only looking at the drinking emperor and Prime Minister Zhao at his side, waiting for them to speak.

“The immortal aura must not be used lightly; it must wait for the most critical moment to turn the tide of battle,” the young man said softly.

Chu Qingyue felt a tinge of regret, her spirit seemingly intoxicated by the beautiful scenery as she described the scene with longing.

The most shocking sight was the man in the middle, his right arm draped around one girl, while his left hand rested on another girl's hips, as if savoring the softness of her shapely figure.

“So you just called me back? I don’t believe it,” Li Boyang took a sip of tea, set down his thermos, and said calmly.

Ye Chong wrote his name in a special registry, then pushed open the door and entered.

It was as if, from some unknown point, everything had changed. The Celestial Clan no longer wished to serve a wise emperor but sought something in another world.

“Ha-ha!” Not yet a year old, Anmuya giggled, clearly quite fond of the beautiful young lady before her.

Indeed, she did feel a tinge of regret, but she would still make the same choice if given another chance.

“In that case, I’ll leave it to you, madam.” With the precedent set by Luo Tianzi, Elder Hua dared not recklessly volunteer to lead.

After all, the war had reached this point. Even though Hua Xia and the ASEAN coalition had the upper hand, Hua Xia had suffered heavy losses—over two hundred thousand troops, the equivalent of an entire military district, gone just like that; and countless weapons, equipment, and supplies, all to be borne by Hua Xia alone.

It was hot, and he wore only a T-shirt and shorts, his feet in flip-flops. His slovenly appearance made the security guard stop him and ask, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing here?”

“Very well, I’ll go first. If I fall under the same negative effect, we’ll take turns. The Eye of the Demon doesn’t have much defense anyway, and it won’t take long. Let’s go now.” There was no other way—he could only hope the Eye of the Demon would show him some mercy.

Believe it or not, love—allow me to convey a yearning intrinsic to all life, a pure and beautiful feeling.

Hou Ji was truly worthy of being the Thunder God of the heavens. Even unarmed, he could stand against the Faceless Man. Yet he was also fortunate: had the Faceless Man not been so gravely injured by Yan Wu, Hou Ji would have struggled to maintain the current stalemate.

She would not leave, even in death, and so, gazing into Wuming’s eyes, a glimmer of murderous intent flickered within her.

Yet, faced with such a domineering emperor, he knew this was not the time to voice his opinions.