Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Temple of Literature

Wang Yangming gently twirled a black Go stone between his fingers, his gaze deep and calm. "The chess game before us is just like the predicament faced by the Sacred Ming Dynasty—a dead end. Emperor Chongzhen, if you wish to break this deadlock, you can only rely on yourself."

Though his voice was soft, it struck Zhu Youjian's heart like a heavy hammer.

Hearing this, a flash of determination crossed Zhu Youjian's eyes. "I understand your meaning; you want me to break the deadlock myself. However, Mr. Wang, while I have the will, I lack the strength. The Sacred Ming is currently plagued by troubles both internal and external, and I am merely a single pillar struggling to prop up a collapsing mansion."

Between the lines, Zhu Youjian was attempting to recruit Wang Yangming—a demisage—to back him up in the Sacred Ming.

Wang Yangming offered a faint smile, one that held both encouragement...

When visiting Xi'an, Lintong is an absolute must, as it is home to two 5A-rated tourist attractions: the Emperor Qinshihuang's Mausoleum Site Museum—one of the Seven Wonders of the World—and the Huaqing Palace, famous for its warm spring waters washing over smooth jade-like skin.

Ye Yanyan indulged his childlike clinging. She actually hoped he would go and rest, but Feng Yeming had been confined to a hospital bed for days. Now that no doctor was forcing him to lie down, there was no way he would do so obediently.

Could it be that she was too muddle-headed with sleep, dreaming and failing to wake up, yearning for Gao Kai so intensely that even her dreams were filled with thoughts of his return?

Just like the Biyuan Fruit from before—wasn't it also found in a very remote mountainous back-valley, right beside a stream?

Back then, he had approached the Great Emperor of the Stars clad in simple cloth, kneeling, kowtowing, kneeling, and kowtowing once more.

He should have anticipated this long ago. Since the Wallace family was able to control the Principality of Monaco, they naturally possessed a profound foundation. It was hardly surprising that a peak Celestial Realm master presided over them.

A gentle voice rang in the ears of the falling Gu Xinyi, followed by a pair of strong arms that caught and held her in an embrace. In an instant, a burst of golden light flashed, and her swaying figure began to ascend slowly.

"Alright, I'm full." Yang Tian put down the deer leg, which was now left with only a single bare bone, and let out a comfortable, long sigh.

"Third Brother, what on earth are you up to?" Witnessing this scene, the other two Supreme-realm powerhouses from the Northern Wilderness who had accompanied him could no longer sit still and demanded angrily.

Subsequently, cultivators from other realms began plotting against the barren river realm, seizing the pretext of offering assistance to heavily plunder its resources.

There was no expression on Fang Kai's face. It was not that he had grown entirely indifferent, but rather that he was genuinely awestruck by the sheer might of the heavy cruiser.

As long as open communication between Earth and Prometheus remained guaranteed, he could tend to important matters aboard the Prometheus with complete peace of mind.

"It's not that there's no one, but rather that no one wants to touch this messy situation." Jindai Yu possessed a clear understanding of the human world, knowing that dealing with fandom affairs was terribly troublesome. Handle it well, and no one would thank you; handle it poorly, and you'd find yourself trending on social media in a matter of minutes.

However, Robin failed to gather anything particularly special; instead, people everywhere were essentially discussing news about various big shots on this island.

Kazan sighed and waved his hand, the excitement of bullying Robin just moments before having completely vanished.

Receiving the blessing of unicorns was naturally a joyous and commendable occasion, but if one had to face their natural predators, the matter ceased to be quite so pleasant.

Sensing from everyone's affirmative replies that a surging, restless aura was seemingly about to burst forth, he concluded official business and dismissed all attendants.

Muzha exited the city and spotted a Daoist priest with a double-pigtail bun, clad in a pale yellow robe. His face was round as a full moon, and a three-zhang-long beard fluttered beneath his chin.

Since the leading Demon King had spoken thus, the various demon tribes subordinate to him naturally chimed in with scattered murmurs of agreement.

Baal did not dodge or evade, meeting the charge sword in hand. Although his speed fell far short of the burly man's, his extraordinary strength and formidable spiritual power granted him exceptionally high reaction capabilities, and the greatsword in his grip was all the better suited for defense.

This was certainly not the way Reiss intended to send the giant wolf Fenrir crashing head over heels, but the effect was much the same. When Fenrir landed on all fours, the crucial area between its two front legs remained perpetually concealed, well within the defensive arc of its head, making it exceedingly difficult to launch an attack there.

Seeing him stroll leisurely away in the wake of Fengxu as if taking a casual walk, the Ghost Queen genuinely made no move to stop him. Not only did she not stop him, but she did not even offer another word.

The overall layout of the exhibition hall resembled an art gallery, where one could essentially see from one end to the other at a single glance. Yet, as he was about to reach the very end, Lanluo found no trace of the curator.

Just two words into his speech, he watched in horror as a nine-grid pattern displayed on Jian Xingdao's clothing erupted, spitting out a fiery serpent—an RPG rocket launched into the open.

The descent of top-tier prodigies from beyond the realm naturally induced certain demigod powerhouses within the prime world to pledge their allegiance. After all, these prodigies hailed from supreme external factions, and neither the treasures nor the power they commanded could be matched by any faction within the prime world.

The man in black remained unhurried, not daring to draw too close to Li Chen, whose spiritual energy fluctuation indicated merely a tier-three martial artist.

Whoever managed to seize it would enable their own sect to instantly gain seven powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm.

Shen Yu cast a tentative look over him and paused slightly in surprise. The man was clearly an esper, yet he carried faint traces of spiritual energy, completely devoid of the typical energetic signature associated with ability users.

These individuals were, in fact, subordinates of Niu Qianli and Jin Chengwo. No matter how thoroughly they lost their composure, they could never possibly act so unseemly in front of Niu Qianli and Jin Chengwo.

"Say no more. This smuggling tunnel must have been left by the Bronze-Eyed Ghost Thieves. I reckon as long as we follow this tunnel down, we should be able to find traces of Ren Yu," Tang凡 said, gazing into the bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

"If that's the case, I'd say you and I get along quite well, because following me means no more Daoist cultivators will hunt you down. Even if there are, I will help you," Chen Hao said earnestly.

Yet Nirvana Reincarnation was an escape mechanism deployed by the phoenix when facing mortal peril. Although it allowed one to live another life and gain a second chance, it was equivalent to starting completely from scratch, with all previous cultivation dissolving into nothingness alongside the rebirth through reincarnation.

Parting her lips slightly, Zerla hoped to glean some more valuable intelligence regarding this unknown enemy.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the reincarnation of the Azure Lion Demon King—the claim that he could swallow a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals in a single gulp was by no means false! Ghost Generals A and B both swallowed hard, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

Moreover, its capacity to perceive things like benevolence, malice, and murderous intent was even stronger than that of cultivators like themselves.