Chapter 67: The Suspicious Identity of a University Student

The ancestral land of the Celestial Clan was shrouded in mystery, enveloped by swirling chaotic mists. Ancient caverns formed from primordial chaos manifested everywhere, their forms ever-changing, enigmatic, and unfathomable, making it impossible to perceive their true nature. Even though the defenses had been shattered, the Master of the Profound Star Palace remained completely unmoved, sitting cross-legged in the void with unwavering composure.

Chen Juan vanished in an instant. She was simply unqualified to participate in a battle of this magnitude; any involvement on her part would only become a burden to Ye Xuan.

“What is the meaning of this?” Xia Fangyuan demanded, pointing at the enormous wedding portrait hanging on the wall directly across from the door.

Qin Meinan, realizing he had been tricked yet again, miraculously chose not to pursue the matter. Feng Wu glanced at him with curiosity, but he arrogantly turned his face away, unwilling to meet her gaze. Hmph, if you don’t want to look, then don’t—it’s nothing special. But why are your ears and neck so red? Did you drink?

In his palm rested a jet-black lotus, shrouded in a hazy, dark aura. The sinister energy surged forth, its oppressive presence making everyone around tremble.

Nine Phoenixes, resplendent and noble, crushed the soul of a celestial soldier, absorbing vast amounts of knowledge about this world. He saw that the Celestial Emperor was the strongest of the younger generation in this cosmic sea of stars.

Chen Xianzhong stepped forward to steady Yang Hao by the arm, only for Yang Hao’s eyes to snap open, startling Chen Xianzhong so much he stumbled backward, nearly crying out.

At that moment, Yang Hao was scrutinizing the letter Li Shiyin had given him, a furrow forming between his brows as he pondered, not immediately responding to Shrimp’s question.

Nazhi, seeing this, softly replied before entering the tent. The Silver Congress was imminent—how many, like herself, gazed skyward, hoping to meet worthy opponents? As she thought, the night grew deep. She took a quiet breath, rose, and walked toward her own tent, a solitary leaf in the dark.

On the Galloping Steed, Wuchang had no inkling that his recent capture would stir up such a storm across the universe. At that moment, he was dragging himself like a dead dog through the mechanical compartments, moving slowly and with great effort.

“Heh, it seems today’s breakfast will have to wait and be eaten with lunch,” Huang Yan said with a laugh, setting down his bowl and chopsticks.

“Come on, where did you get that?” Hu Xinlei forced a wry smile. “I saved it from last night’s orange, just in case I couldn’t hold on and needed something to suck on.”

Heizi glanced back and saw four trucks and an infantry fighting vehicle driving onto the airfield. He recognized the fighting vehicle—it was now Wu Di’s personal ride.

Fang Chen quietly gathered true energy, sending gentle currents into Yanxin’s body. At the moment, Yanxin’s spirit was in turmoil, her meridians and blood blocked and stagnant. Fang Chen used his energy to clear her channels, but she was so weak now that he dared not use too much force, lest he do more harm than good.

“How dare you look down on me?” the Demon of Wrath protested, lips rattling nonstop. “My power is the accumulated wisdom of tens of millions, condensed into one!”

“If… Mr. Meng does not mind, and you, sir, think highly of me, I, Xun You, am willing to follow and assist you...” Seeing Huang Yan on the verge of tears, Xun You had no choice but to agree.

With a thunderous boom, the Elixir of Life erupted alongside Mo Li’s golden blood, surging like a torrent into the void. All the hidden patterns around them burst into dazzling light, intertwining in radiant glory.

Su You, seeing that everyone had finished, refreshed the page and prepared to enter his admission number to check his results. After all the trouble, he was anxious; everyone else’s scores were out, and he still didn’t know his own.

A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed throughout the vast world as the boundless waters instantly froze into solid ice. Next, countless cracks spidered across the immense sheet, and with a resounding crash, the entire mass shattered into fragments.

Jianxuan kept a wary eye on Bai Jiu, convinced that this pale-faced hanger-on, persistently shadowing Ku Xiner, could not possibly be anything good.

Shen Qiqi swayed as she walked, indifferent to the ringing bell. She moved forward unhurriedly, step by step, showing no sign of haste.

Especially when he saw Yi Qianxue beside him unable to contain her radiant smile, Yi Mingyuan felt a surge of disgust and irritation.

“How did he do that? How could he awaken three abilities? That’s impossible!” Tsunade’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

Lin Siyu was still unaware of the storm she had stirred up in the Lin family. After finishing her affairs, she took a car back home.

The five sons of the Wei family were utterly unruly, tarnishing Ouyang Hao’s reputation without a care, paying him no heed whatsoever.

After all, love forcibly severed only buries itself deep in the heart, but love worn away by time can never return.

“You four, what were you laughing at just now?” the Ancestral Dragon interrogated the Four Sea Dragon Kings.

Hearing this, Lin Meng’er’s hand paused, her expression turning awkward. The rankings had just been released a few days ago, and she’d seen Lin Siyu’s results—she was only three points behind, sitting just two places below her.

“Qin Muchan! I’m warning you, don’t mention last night again, or I’ll hit you!” Lin Siyu was flustered and exasperated.

With that, Tai Yong and Li Yunfeng knew they were utterly defeated. Fortunately, they would not die this time, and, faces dark, they left one after another.