Chapter 32: Let's Collaborate
Yun Zhaozhao walked several paces before realizing there was no movement behind her. Turning around, she saw Sheng Xingye standing rooted to the spot, looking foolish and dazed.
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!"
"Hmph, so now you're in a rush?" Sheng Xingye crossed his arms, putting on airs. "Beg me then!"
"Beg your head!" Yun Zhaozhao raised her hand and swiped at him. Sheng Xingye scrambled to dodge, though he didn't quite evade the blow completely.
The Marquis of Anguo coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in succession. Bai Yuntian sneered, and a massive, broom-like tail descended from the sky. In the next heartbeat, she stepped into the void, her red robes fluttering, and crossed through the swarming inner demons to land within the perimeter of the Thousand-Character Mantra Talisman.
Because the moment Qing Te activated the secret technique that burned his life force, it was a declaration of death; it was merely a question of whether he could drag the boy and the infant before him down to hell in his final moments.
In a distant and nameless place, a youth stood with an indifferent expression, devoid of joy or anger. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky and as calm as the surface of a lake. Even though he was facing eighteen primordial true dragons, each ten thousand fathoms long, his expression remained unchanged.
The Holy Capital was the most prosperous place in the Eastern Wilderness. Ancient fierce beasts wandered freely, and exotic races were common sights; passersby were so accustomed to them that they found nothing remarkable in such things.
Nonsense, how could one not feel it? One moment it was a raging storm, and the next, it was clear and sunny.
A fruit pit shot out, crossing a distance of nearly twenty meters to land directly outside the courtyard. His physique was now so formidable that spitting a fruit pit further than Shui Xiuhong was a simple task.
It was time to choose again, and Ouyang Feng was conflicted. She had initially steeled her resolve, but now she struggled, for she did not want Li Yanyang to see her in such a state; she did not want this man to be disappointed in her. Yet, what if she didn't?
It was a lie, but at the very least, one part was already true—though he had failed, it was indeed the Seven-Star Life-Extending Ritual.
His smile was incredibly sincere, and coupled with his handsome face, it felt like a breath of fresh spring air. Ye Zheng did not know how to respond for a moment and could only nod.
Feng Yanqing fell silent, gazing at that familiar face with a heart full of emotion. Why, he wondered, could two identical faces harbor such vastly different temperaments?
Noticing the terrifying aura surging from the Demon Lord, who was not only carrying the ancient Juexian Sword on his back but also holding a soul-chilling, broken skull spear, the Great Sun Beast hurried to finish relaying the words of the Undying Dao Venerable. It dropped the dog leash, turned, and spread its wings to fly away, not daring to linger for a second.
As he finished speaking, Han Donglin kept his gaze fixed on Meng Chen, but one hand suddenly lifted, two fingers pressed together, and he pointed sharply at Hashimoto Fuyama, who was standing in the courtyard below.
Based on chronological deduction, the Age of Mythology must have preceded the Ancient Era. Blue Moon Ancient Immortal had taken control of the Biyou Palace at the end of the Ancient Era and had been able to study the methods of the Lord of Heaven; all of this seemed perfectly logical.
The main hall returned to silence, a silence so profound it felt deathly. The sky gradually darkened, as if reflecting the heavy, sinking hearts of those within.
Seeing this, Fan Junqi stopped talking and lowered his head to continue eating his noodles. It was clear he was truly famished; within a few minutes, an entire large bowl of noodles had vanished into his stomach.
Chen Lian kicked it lightly and discovered that the object was not made of wood, but of steel or iron. Even more strangely, there seemed to be a mechanism in the middle capable of raising something.
Lord Pei secretly observed her expression from the corner of his eye. Seeing her lower her head in disappointment, he felt smug—that would teach her to leave without saying goodbye. When Wu Zhiyue looked up, he hurriedly shifted his gaze elsewhere, pretending not to care. Wu Zhiyue pleaded, "My Lord, as long as you can save Sha Yuwan, I will do anything."
Gu Yufen understood Xiao Tianhao's desperate desire to accept the mission, but for the sake of long-term strategic preparation, she still arranged for him to lie in wait and serve the master.