Chapter 47: Poison Gas Leak

Having survived the catastrophe, before anyone could catch their breath, confusion lingered in everyone's hearts.

"Where did the professor go?"
"And where on earth did those monsters crawl out from?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, with no one able to provide an explanation.

Jiang Yao frowned involuntarily. "Does anyone else feel like something is terribly wrong? I feel as though I've forgotten something..."

Hearing her say this, Xiang Yu also nodded and quickly agreed.

Whether Dugu Yue was kind-hearted or not was something only that unfortunate fellow Ji Mubai could truly and accurately appreciate.

After snapping the shackles of the seal, the primordial dragon surged forward toward Hong Xuanji. Yet Hong Xuanji showed not a trace of fear; instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he extended a hand. His palm skin was crystal-clear, glowing with magical colors—a hand that wielded the most terrifying power in the world, now resting upon the head of the charging, furious dragon.

Notifications of numerous nobles activating their status scrolled frantically across the live-streaming interface like a cascading waterfall. An increasing number of players chose to spend money on self-media platforms outside of Starry Sky Live.

With wars breaking out on all fronts recently, regional warlords were seizing the chaos to expand their territories, and the shifting of allegiances occurred one after another. At Tongguan, the Prince of Qin thoroughly analyzed the dilemmas facing the Great Tang with Li Jing, as well as the predicaments facing the Prince of Qin himself.

This dark green storm swirled frantically around Huang Yunshuo, his health plummeting rapidly as a dense succession of warning prompts chimed in his ears.

Although he now knew he was within the Lotus Blessing Land, Chen Pingan remained utterly baffled as to how and when one could enter it.

"Screech, screech, screech!" Sword beam after sword beam trembled violently, desperately trying to escape this realm.

In the city of Kismayo, inside an official residence resembling the American White House, Wang Chao and a dozen of his most trusted subordinates sat around a circular table, discussing Lin Cheng's upcoming visit to Somalia.

Right now, my only worry is whether Leng Ziai might burn her dyed or cut-off hair. If that turns out to be the case, all our efforts will have been in vain.

Learning that Li Linniang had been wasting away rapidly over these past few days, declaring that she was a living member of the Yang family and would remain a ghost of the Yang family in death, and insisting on traveling personally to the Flame River to mourn her late fiancé Yang Yuan, everyone present felt their eyes turn red with suppressed tears.

Everyone on the scene was utterly dumbfounded. How could such foolish parents exist in this world? Yet, considering that Leng Baoguo had never returned to his hometown precisely because of Leng Ziai's affairs, I deduced that such behavior from him was actually within the realm of reason.

Empress Wu, who had been guarding steadfastly by Qin Chu's side, let out a sigh of relief. The appearance of the tribulation clouds meant that Qin Chu's breakthrough had succeeded.

Over the past few days, Bai Xia and Xing Yifan had shot a series of romantic wedding photographs, which would be displayed on screens at the wedding venue on the day of the ceremony.

Knowing her own limitations when it came to management, Cheng Yu chose not to interfere, delegating full authority to Qian Ming. When Qian Ming reported on everything that had happened during her absence, Cheng Yu simply listened, uttered a single "I understand, handle it as you see fit," and left it at that.

When he finally made out the scenery outside clearly, Lin Mu's hand trembled once more, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief and incredulity.

Could it be that these fellows had fallen into the Flame River and drifted along the subterranean currents beneath the ice all the way to an unfamiliar realm? Yet, how on earth could they have survived being submerged in freezing water for so long over such a vast distance?

Upon hearing this, Bai Xia could not help but burst into a gentle giggle, finding it amusing while daring not to say anything further.

Xie Jinghao turned his head back several times, only to see Bai Xia's figure affectionately embraced by her boyfriend.

This is what one calls a proper balance of exertion and rest. This capability must be trained. Never drag things out by burning the midnight oil, and never torture yourself.

The Dragon Soul began to develop uneven cracks across its surface, signifying that this artifact which had ended the era of dragons was suffering wear and tear—a depreciation that, in the eyes of those who knew better, was simply unbearable.