Chapter 65

Rumble... The defensive shield of the Blazing Empire was shattered instantly by a mighty force, and even the city walls collapsed directly.

Any of the towering figures here was an existence that looked down on him with contempt. Now that they were all gathered here, how could he possibly have the courage to stay?

Suddenly, seeming to recall something, Mo Qiuwai drew the Yin-Yang Bamboo Concealment Token from his bosom. At this moment, the token was emitting a faint, eerie glow and simultaneously pointing in a specific direction.

Instantly, Song Ziyang's spiritual soul—like a lonely boat tossed in a violent storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment—felt a wave of intense panic surging from that tide.

However, when entering the Autumn Gold Country, Qin Shan and his party still sneaked in discreetly. He did not wish to invite extraneous complications before entering the imperial capital of the Autumn Gold Country; even if he were to stir up trouble, it would be inside the imperial capital.

Brother Long's mouth gaped open, and he blinked, raising a hand only to drop it again with a hesitant expression that suggested he had much more to say.

Song Ziyang's spiritual awareness permeated the surroundings, clearly "seeing" that warning formations were distributed across every corner of the courtyard, and in his uninitiated steps upon landing, he had already triggered two of them.

The two arrived together. Xuan Ye leaned back against several large pillows, watching as Shushu drank tea by herself. Once she finished her tea, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then crawled over to his side and nestled into his embrace.

After sending off the physician, Madam Wang looked at her deeply sleeping son and meticulously wiped his face clean with a piece of cotton cloth.

Though reluctant, the Mountain Ghost had no choice under the shackles of servitude. Its yellow-haloed spirit body drifted forward.

In the span of mere minutes, the complete form of Prona directly manifested two entirely different abilities.

Caitlin looked at Gene in bewilderment; this was not the Gene she knew—there had to be a reason behind it that she was unaware of.

Although he deeply doted on the junior killed by Nie Chufeng, compared to his own life, that meant very little. Making an enemy of a Great Luo Golden Immortal was hardly a wise move.

Looking glorious on the surface, in reality, after all these years, half of its face had long since decayed into a skull, inside of which disgusting bugs were writhing.

Before he even managed to step out of the door, he found that the scythe in his hand was gradually dissolving, and his floating body dropped with a thud as the black mist on his skin retracted back into his sea of consciousness.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Xiao Chenyu arched an eyebrow at Wu Qingfeng, while the rest wore meaningful, roguish grins.

Wenyang and the others had already carried all the dishes and food out to the table in the courtyard. Speaking of this table, it was one that Wen Dahe had previously customized using leftover wooden planks left behind by someone in the house.

She was designated by the Zombie Avatar as the person in charge of the Mao Shan Sect. No one raised any objections, and everyone at the Celestial realm followed her down toward the mortal world.

It was purely out of regard for Ye Chuchu that the village chief was willing to show a bit more patience; had it been anyone else, he would have waved his hand and washed his hands of the matter long ago.

As an actress, gaining the affection and recognition of the audience was a form of affirmation for her.

Tang Weiwan finished speaking in one breath, her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked at him with a rather pitiful and endearing air.

However, having consumed too many provisions to stay alive when she accidentally fell into the secret realm—and most of those being quite practical configurations—she was now in urgent need of replenishment in preparation for her next use. After all, barring any accidents, she might still have to stay in this secret realm for a while and could likely need them again.

Chu Chan's personality could not be simply described as purely good or purely evil; she constantly adapted and adjusted herself according to her romantic targets, gradually transforming into whatever appearance they favored.

Even so, Dougie the Husky was still overjoyed to see her, charging toward her like a madman. The middle school student holding the leash wore an expression of utter collapse, identical to their first meeting, awkwardly and stiffly greeting Song Jiyu before him.

Mo Li Cheng led a small force, defeating the majority with the minority, reclaimed the imperial palace, and became the new monarch.

She was walking down the street with a man who was unwilling to show his face, so tomorrow's headline would probably read...

"Right now, personal grievances must be set aside. Sir, can you please stop joking around?" Ah Jiu evaded the direct question and replied to Qiao Ziheng.

Lord Wang was bowing almost double. As long as Feng Xiu exerted even the slightest bit of pressure—truly, it was far too terrifying.

It had to be said that this kind of sweat-inducing breakfast experience gave one a somewhat indulgent and deeply satisfying feeling.

Not long after, an old man appeared in the assessment area, walked straight to the supreme Grand Master's chair, and sat down.

The two found a window seat. Mu Feng went to use the restroom, and when he returned, he saw Lan already buried in her food, devouring fried chicken and drinking cola with great gusto.

A ripping sound echoed as Chen Xiao's axe light shattered under this supreme saintly aura. Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow, a rich smile blooming across his face.

She then shook her head. Although she and Mr. Ye were both in the imperial city, they had not seen each other in a century. She supposed she must be hallucinating out of longing.

"Rumble..." The entire grand hall split apart piece by piece, and immediately the head of the Changsun family and the others flew out from the ruins, blocking Shentu Chong.

Jiang Han did not pause either; like a child who had just received a new toy, he continued to control the Yin Demon, flying higher and farther.

Jiang Xie's mouth twitched. If it hadn't been for that scamming, crooked-hat Taoist old man, would he have come here to act like some kind of pervert...?

Anyway, every time he took an exam and encountered a question he couldn't answer, he would pray for Confucius's blessing, and then miraculously, he would get them all right... by guessing.

Nalan Zijian thought for a moment and said, "I can't say for sure. I can only say that the possibility exists."

Yan Yuncheng and the Silver Moon Wolf Lord both wore looks of puzzlement, clearly neither of them was very familiar with the situation of the world. Yan Yuncheng secretly resolved to put some effort into this aspect later on, otherwise he would remain completely in the dark about everything.

This fellow looked to be about thirty-something, wearing a spring-breeze-like smile that gave people an amiable and approachable feeling. Yet Chen Hao always felt that a mysterious aura permeated this guy.