Chapter 25

Before Ye Ji could decide which possibility was more likely, the voice-over in his mind began again...

Led by the Celestial Guards, the multitude of living beings charged toward Li Yan and his companions. Beside the Saint Sea Son of Heaven stood several figures whose auras were formidable; each was a peak half-emperor, standing on the precipice of becoming a quasi-emperor, lacking only a sliver of breakthrough.

Chu Feng had Qing Lin sit cross-legged on the bed, then channeled the Imperial Dragon True Essence sealed by the amethyst. With a series of "crackling" sounds, the surging energy erupted from his dantian like an enraged dragon.

Stopping at Hongwu City, Ye Wan'er gave the carriage to a local family before carrying Lu Feng on her back up the mountain.

There was no response. Even the portrait itself showed nothing unusual; both its texture and colors were identical to an ordinary painting.

Even though Chu Feng possessed the power of an Immortal King and no longer needed to rely on the laws of the Eternal World, he still remained a vast realm away from the Gate of Eternity. It would take little effort for the Gate of Eternity to suppress him.

"However, I noticed your tolerance for alcohol isn't very good, which is why I drank straight from the jar. You won't blame me, will you?" Fanchen said indifferently.

She took off the fiery ornament at her waist and dangled it in front of Yun Tian to catch his attention. Yun Tian snatched it up with a giggle, clutching it to his chest, occasionally biting it or waving it about as if it were a weapon.

After charging out, the Ancestor Demon Statue enveloped the Great Emperor Jing Lei and his two companions with its vast demonic energy.

It was as if they were drowning in a sea of suffering, on the verge of collapse, when Chen Fang and Meng Qingchen arrived like a lifebuoy.

Consequently, Xuan Zhenghao informed Fu Qingzhu about Chen Fang's situation. It was difficult to be specific, as they had encountered enemies, Elder Tan, and the fates of Chen Fang and the others remained uncertain.

Qin Fen had been preoccupied with the two skeletons and hadn't paid much attention to the bushes. At Amy's prompt, he hurried to look, and sure enough, he saw a sinister blue light flickering within the thicket, still moving.

Ying Zhen, at the sixth level of the God of Creation King realm, held the Divine Turtle Heavenly Boat, yet in the hands of Di Shengtian, he seemed completely unable to fight back.

Tan Yun nodded in understanding after learning that Gongsun Ruoxi had left with Murong Shishi, saying nothing more.

Lin Xiao had once again become the center of discussion; after all, his actions were truly too shocking.

Looking down at the two clans of divine dragons, Tan Yun’s eyes overflowed with profound sorrow. The words he spoke next left both clans in deep anguish.

Clearly, they had no chance of survival within the Array of Gods! The only thing left to do was to drag Lin Ruofeng down with them.

Upon learning of this, Lin Xiao was furious. He had never imagined that the Lin family, which he had personally nurtured, could harbor such people.

The strength of the Minotaur was terrifying. Although Qin Yun was not in his Demon God form, even an average mid-stage Star God expert would find it difficult to shake his divine body. Yet, with that light tap, Qin Yun felt as though his bones were about to shatter.

Although the Celestial Army guaranteed that no deaths would occur in the Starry Night World, this primarily applied to external injuries. Forbidden arts damaged a cultivator's internal essence and future potential, something the Starry Night World could not prevent.

"What a pair of star-crossed lovers! Today, I shall grant your wish!" A youthful voice echoed. Jing Ye turned abruptly to see a chain-sword sweeping through the air toward him.

Amidst the shadows of the spears, the halberd and the silver spear clashed with a continuous metallic ringing. As the two horses drew closer, all the spear shadows vanished, leaving only a single strike like lightning aimed at Lu Bu's arm.

Xie Changting smiled apologetically and said, "I returned to the city yesterday, but I arrived at the estate late and did not come to see you, Sire. Just now, I heard from the eunuch that you were discussing matters, so I dared not disturb you. I did not expect to intrude upon you nonetheless." As he spoke, Xie Changting poured tea for the old man.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Jing Ye stopped in the middle of an open canyon ahead. He turned slowly toward her, his expression cold and stern: "Stop looking. There is no one else."

The vanguard held fast at the city gate while ambushes rose from all sides. Braving the rain of arrows, they charged inward to seize the drawbridge and the gate.

To be fair, this really wasn't Fang Yun's fault. Someone without a certain level of composure and experience truly couldn't handle it. For instance, the postmaster—after holding it in for so long, he still couldn't hold out in the end. Judging by the look of things, he would likely be struggling in the latrine for quite a while.

Furthermore, provided there was sufficient military funding and resources, there were still millions of reservists across the Divine Land awaiting the call.

The Seven-Fold Flame Slash utilized the explosive power of fire to create devastating damage. Just like the monster Wang Cheng whom Tang Jun encountered in a real-world battle, each strike was stronger than the last. By applying various techniques during the continuous attacks, one could achieve twice the result with half the effort. After unleashing three strikes, Tang Jun ran out of strength.

Ye Linghan ignored the mockery of "Dawn." This metal shard, as a weapon of a powerhouse from that era, could ignore the attacks of high-level source energy users with absolute ease. I fear that even if all the power on Earth were exhausted, one could not hope to scrape a single particle of dust from this metal.

Seeing their expressions, Lin Jin knew that talking to them about marketing theory was like playing the lute to a cow.

Later on, a rather ironic phenomenon gradually emerged: whenever someone tried to touch these incomplete cultivation techniques, the many "armchair cultivators" would immediately mock them.

"Then how do you explain the Ran family? Are they also skilled in plotting?" The Patriarch of the Ding family turned his anger toward the Patriarch of the Ran family.

Except for a very few distinct alien races, it was difficult for humanity to truly exterminate them, forcing them to resort to sealing them away. In reality, over ninety percent of the alien races could have been wiped out entirely.

But for the safety of the dozen or so students downstairs, Zhong Wan felt an obligation to help "clean up" the place for them.

The security door closed slowly behind her. With a loud slam, Zhong Wan’s footsteps faltered, and the tears on her face broke through like a collapsing dam, flowing in torrents.