Chapter 30

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The past is not truly gone; it remains forever, unable to be overcome—neither the barriers within one’s own heart nor those in others’. Mu Ziqing hurried into the palace with a face full of complaint and dissatisfaction. Earlier, Ying had rushed to Mu’s residence to summon him, saying Jun Ninglan had an urgent matter. Mu immediately packed and rode his carriage to the palace, only to find Jun Ninglan leisurely playing with a cat.

At my command, all the team members halted their drills and gathered before me in less than ten seconds.

At first, I thought I couldn’t live without someone, but after leaving, I realized life continued as usual—the sun still rose in the east and set in the west each day.

A tangle of complex thoughts swirled chaotically in Li Zixiao’s mind. He tried to sort them out but only found them growing more confusing. His once-clear mind became murky, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Leng Yiwei tilted her head slightly, gazing at Ren Sinian, who hid most of his face behind sunglasses. Her question carried a subtle implication beyond the words.

With a furious shout, a flushed fist slammed toward Yang Chen, and a fierce wind swept through the street. Yet Yang Chen’s lips curled into a faint smile. Some cultivators from Changhong Academy muttered curses about fools unable to withstand such a simple provocation. This was the spark igniting a war among geniuses.

At the sacrificial altar, Tian Yan sensed the Emperor’s Sword drawing ever closer. At that moment, his joy was beyond words, for he knew Ye Shaoxuan was alive and hastening toward him.

Though his words sounded reproachful, his tone was filled with indulgence. The man’s eyes glowed with an inseparable warmth.

Wu Hao saw that Ming Feng seemed in good spirits and his worries vanished. Without hesitation, he followed.

“You are a Grand Array Master, so you must see some of its mysteries. As long as we find the array’s core, how could we fail to break this illusion?” Wu Hao extended his spiritual perception, scanning the surroundings, but detected no unusual fluctuations.

“Jing Yan, do you know why I came to see you today?” Fu Bi set down his teacup and spoke first.

“I’ll say it again—get lost immediately, or you’ll die.” The armored man’s tone was forceful, cold, and domineering, his arrogance soaring as he looked down on the dozen or so men.

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Even if Kunlun obtained what they sought, once the Four Seas were unified again, the Sea Clan would undoubtedly become the undisputed masters of the future Mingyu Sea.

Carved above was a lifelike white dragon, as if it could come alive and turn at any moment, indistinguishable from the real thing.

If that initial shock stunned them, countless shotgun shells and heavy artillery rounds soon rained down, toppling entire formations of the Japanese forces.

Under the purple light, endless black mist twisted into grotesque ghost faces that danced over Lin Han’s body. Behind him, a viscous blood river flowed, washing away countless decayed bones and corpses.

Suddenly, Mondole’s half-closed old eyes snapped open with gravity. He looked toward a certain direction, shakily stood up, silently pushed open the door, and stepped outside.

“Only a trivial Jiangdong—sooner or later it will be the pool where my lord, Prince Liang, rows his boat! Capture them!” Guo Jia unfolded his folding fan again and slowly waved it.

His words were nonsense. A large number of Buddhist disciples had traveled for years just to assist the top Taoist leader in times of crisis?

Emperor Yongshun understood Jia Cong well. He felt Jia still had some other advice or opinions unspoken.

The moment she spoke, the Sovereign of the Pass and the Jade Emperor both understood. Neither spoke; the former could not decide, and the latter was still calculating and hesitating.

The reason was twofold: first, targeting an ordinary enemy general ensured success; second, compared to other strategies, “false reporting” leaned more toward defense. If successful, it would not only reduce enemy forces on the battlefield but also disrupt their formations.

Just watching Yue Qing take out a keychain and shake it in front of Yao Liang for about a minute before putting it away, the surrounding people were somewhat surprised.

The same applied to Monk Mingguang. Among the Golden Core cultivators of the Atuo Sect, finding such a low-profile yet outstanding one was not difficult, was it?

Those demon kings who escaped did not hesitate. Flames blazed in their palms as they hurled them toward the prison housing the Five Elements Monkey King and the Wine Glutton. For them, the more chaotic the scene, the more people escaped, the better for their plans.

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However, tree fruits can be used to heal Pokémon, and equally to harm them.

“Your Majesty, I believe what Minister Tong suggested may not be feasible!” Seeing Kangxi’s displeased expression, Zhang Tingyu stepped forward to speak.

In the second half, Ginobili had continuously scored countless points; Wang Zhizhi was on the verge of exploding.

This enlightenment was not of the usual kind because Li Chenfeng himself did not understand what he had done or gained. If not for what happened next, he might have thought that fleeting feeling was merely an illusion.

“May I ask if you two fellow Daoists have business here?” Liu Qinghuan said expressionlessly, a layer of azure spiritual energy rising around him as he summoned the Star Turtle Shield.

Rose repeated the phrase, her eyes filled with complex emotions mingled with hatred. Her father, Du Kao, had died in Morgana’s tactical ambush.

Even actors of Zheng Yusheng’s caliber could not get the producers to rearrange the lineup, as the guests ahead of him were no worse.

Cheng Yi nodded. Whether the old master had thought of digging the grave was uncertain, but the result now was that the old master was dead, and the third master no longer had his former spirit.

But by the end, the Yuanmeng court not only lost more than a dozen cities but suffered heavy casualties among tens of thousands of court soldiers.

Yafi furrowed her brow slightly, noticing the swirling golden thread in Li Yu’s hand. She had always thought it was just a golden thread, but Guni said it was a fire thread—a line formed from flames?

Due to the downfall of the Eastern Wasteland, various descriptions of the region have, after tens of thousands of years, dwindled to mere fragments. The Treasure Washing Pool was once a mysterious place, so even fewer knew about it now.