Volume One, Chapter 31: Attending the Meeting Alone

“He returned from the Eastern Sea and has been sending dreams for three days. Why haven’t you intercepted him?” Xu Ling asked, her expression earnest, neither smiling nor betraying any other emotion.

After a long while, someone suddenly strode directly into the Hall of Lingxiao. This person appeared lean and agile, with lively eyes, his Daoist robe slightly too large, and a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck. At the sight of this attire, Chen Jing immediately thought of the monkey Songqing, and upon closer look, it was indeed him—he had already taken on human form.

Just then, a Daoist’s apparition leapt from the archway of Linmu Temple. The moment he appeared, his hands joined together and transformed into a blade of sword energy that struck down upon the Blood Bodhisattva’s head.

“Nuo Kang, the money has been received. Shouldn’t you release him now?” Song Liang’s brows knitted tightly as he said in a low tone.

The most difficult part of filming wasn’t the sci-fi scenes, but the frequent shifts in setting. Whether this film could satisfy the audience depended not only on the actors’ performances, but also crucially on the editing; in fact, to a certain extent, the clarity of the story relied on it.

Although ordinary people couldn’t absorb spiritual energy to cultivate, over time, merely being immersed in it still brought immense benefits.

The spiritual energy node was a spring, where the essence of heaven and earth gathered with remarkable density. The spring itself nearly reached the ninth tier in potency.

“Daddy, this, this one—can we play this?” Su Xier gazed up with wide eyes at the screen, clutching Su Zimo’s arm and speaking in a soft, sweet voice.

At that moment, a gigantic head surged up from the valley below, snapping at the statue. Its gaping maw revealed rows of pitch-black teeth, and one could almost see the dark brain matter within its skull quivering.

The mountain was vast, and unless an army of several hundred men was stationed, it was impossible to hold. The authorities certainly had the strength, but there was nothing here—within a hundred miles, the land was barren and uninhabited. No soldier would willingly suffer here.

For all the special forces soldiers who had endured Qin Chen’s training, those twelve days remained an inescapable nightmare.

This carelessness alone made Meng Qi certain these people were neither military nor clear-headed men of the martial world.

Compared to Liu Quanfu, this fellow was an uncontrollable and unpredictable threat.

As the giant hand of Tathagata swept them up, Hu Ao and the other two felt the space around them blur. When the world grew solid again, they found themselves in the passage between the Six Realms.

In truth, the soldiers didn’t need their officers’ orders—they knew that only by charging forward and eliminating the enemy could they survive; otherwise, they would simply wait to be picked off. So the soldiers shouted and pressed up the mountain once more.

When the cigarette in the ashtray had burned out, Fang Zhi slowly rose, slid his sidearm into its holster, turned to retrieve his spotless police uniform, buttoned it as he walked out of the dormitory, and in the final glance before the door closed, watched his wife’s photograph vanish into the narrowing crack.

The swan ignored him, puffing up in indignation, refusing to leave—determined not to part from this man! Yet her refusal to leave didn’t mean she’d do whatever he wanted, did it? Hmph.

Given Ding’s proud nature, to fall so low while conscious—at least half of it was due to the need to survive.

Threads of Yin-Yang Mystic Fire and Divine Water of Three Rivers seeped through the cracks in the Pangu Banner, burning and corroding the Primeval One’s body and celestial infant.

Helplessly, Li Zhenghe was too good to her, spending all the family’s savings to bring her back.

A boy, seemingly thirteen or fourteen, was busily banging two iron basins together, trying to draw their attention.

She was punished for indirectly causing the Pei family’s tragedy in her previous life. Even though she was given a chance to start over, she thought choosing a different path would change her fate.

“Why?” Tang Ning’s eyelids fluttered slightly. Her tone betrayed no emotion at all—it was as if she were merely asking a simple question.

Funing Palace was Consort Anhua’s residence. Fearing something had happened to her mother, Anhua hurried back.

“You…” Jiang Xuqing stared with clear, almond-shaped eyes. Only now did she realize how long he’d been suppressing his true nature—just as shameless as when he was a child.

For many players, finishing as league runners-up, reaching the Champions League semifinals, and being King’s Cup runners-up were all acceptable results.

Suk or Mourinho might help them build a platform, but whether they could seize a spot in the starting lineup depended on their own performance.

He ignored Ningning and went upstairs. His shoes were soaked, squishing with every step, making him uncomfortable all over. Worse, it was winter, and the water hadn’t been warmed—so it was indeed cold.

He didn’t find the exact location of the Blood Sea’s master, but in a strange space, he sensed her presence.

Qingyan Demon Lord and the others also noticed that something was amiss. Although they didn’t know exactly what had happened, it was clear Zhu Hong had been outmaneuvered—this must be Xunliu’s backup plan. Even with his ancient immortal powers waning, with only a remnant soul, he was still utterly terrifying.

Because of this weakness, the Qingping Sword was forced to rank below the Four Executioner Swords, though in some respects, its power surpassed even theirs.

On the battlefield beyond the realms, as Ji Chen’s voice sounded, the three with varied expressions stared unblinking at the battle domain, afraid to miss any detail.

“Yunfeng.” At the sight of Chen Yunfeng entering, Han Yan’s eyes lit up. She stood to greet him, just as a wife awaits her husband’s return.

One could only imagine the immense size of the celestial being whose head was severed in ages past.

Life Alignment: This unit belongs to the living, and is affected by many effects. It possesses morale and luck attributes as well.