His Azhu

At the other end of the Sacred Paradise World, amidst the vast graveyards where countless billions of fallen angels are buried, a blinding, turbid yellow radiance suddenly burst forth, soaring straight into the sky.

Today, as she passed by the Dust King's Mansion, a sudden, intense urge to walk inside came over her. Had it not been for the heavy daytime guards, she likely would have marched right in. She could strongly sense that this place was intimately connected to her, a realization that filled Ji Zili with a trace of excitement.

The sword rule blossomed with a dazzling light, and the Heaven-Rending Startled Swan Sword instantly unleashed nine streaks of sword luminescence. Countless swordsmanship arrays erupted from within the sword rule, their condensed might releasing layer upon layer until they merged into nine streams of light shooting into the firmament.

Wanli Pengcheng fell into deep contemplation without a word. He firmly believed that Gu Yifeng would definitely return to Danzong City. No matter how alluring the Immortal Sect holy lands might be, once Gu Yifeng reached the Dao Realm, he would surely return to take one last look before undergoing ascension and transforming into an immortal.

"Heh, now that the Flame Fiend is dead, I am the master of this place!" Originally, Xige had attended the Flame Fiend Banquet to secure more rewards and fiefs, but looking at it now, that seemed entirely unnecessary.

Chu Yunlian called out to him, one name after another. He responded to her endlessly, dark undercurrents surging in the depths of his eyes before finally settling into calm.

She knew that she had indeed fallen for her master. If she had been unsure before, the cave in the East Sea where the Nine Heavens Mysterious Dragon was sealed had thoroughly confirmed her feelings—she was truly in love with her master.

Winding her way through a suspension platform above an ocean current, passing two tall, symmetrical structures, she found a peculiar, flickering silver building hidden in the most secluded corner.

Alerted by the bell, Xiang Yang had already known when Bo Xi emerged from the summit palace with his disciples, but he cared nothing for a mere Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Hoping to vent some lingering frustration on behalf of Qiushan, he did not even bother to look back.

Even if they were powerless to resist, before death claimed them, they would make this terrifying fiend understand that human Dao Realm immortals were not to be trifled with so easily. Even in death, they would tear off a piece of its flesh to teach it a lesson it would never forget.

As someone who had been through it all, Fu Yan could empathize with this feeling. Had not the Flame Dragon poured out its true affection for Tong Zhiruo, he would never have had the opportunity to regain control of his own body.

The director did not ask for a retake and called a wrap on the spot, seemingly quite satisfied with the outcome. After Wang Xi changed clothes and came out, Chi Rui was already waiting for him.

"If Sect Master Lie refuses, this envoy will naturally take his leave." A trace of anger flashed across Meng'er Chi's face as he turned and strode away.

Li Si furrowed his brow, his gaze suffused with iciness. Witnessing this scene, profound helplessness welled up within him. After so many events had transpired, none of which he could have foreseen, it struck him as exceedingly bizarre, vastly exceeding his wildest imagination.

Inside an internet café, Mo Xi used his psychokinetic superpower like a cheat to manipulate the mouse, clicking continuously across the computer screen while his hands pounded furiously on the keyboard. Just as his gaming reached a fever pitch, an electronic chime suddenly sounded from his headphones.

Old Liu suddenly recalled something and dashed outside. The singers scattered in all directions, and several others sprinted out behind him.

Looking into Lan Ruoshui's eyes filled with tender affection and the clear tears sliding down her cheeks, Yin Ling nodded, and tears instantly streamed down her own face. Indeed, what could move a person's heart most in this world was not violent intimidation or bitter hardship, but rather tenderness like water and gentle care.

A seductive smile played at the corners of Yun Yi's mouth, a faint reddish glow glinting beneath his lowered eyelids. As Wang Xi concentrated on comparing the blueprints, Yun Yi walked over, sat down by the side of the bed, and wrapped one arm around Wang Xi's slender waist.

Seeing both Jiang Longtu and Xin Longtu materialize their respective treasured swords, Yin Ling grew even more nervous, never expecting that the Tiancong Sword in her hand would provoke them.

Once everyone was seated, Lin Ying retrieved the storage ring from his bosom. When his spiritual sense brushed against the ring, a faint, elusive layer of spiritual power enveloped it, as though acting as a protective barrier.

One had to remember that the forging of this combat arena required the hardest materials available and took over a year to complete.

Compared to the first page, the second page contained practical hero unlock cards, though very few in variety—only two heroes, divided into three tiers: Expert, King, and World Number One.

He had originally intended to toss the black sphere directly into his expanded spatial storage, but then remembered that both his [Rage] and [Reset] skills were currently on cooldown.

Wu Changsheng waved a hand at his clansmen, and instantly, various weapons and magical treasures materialized in their hands, striking a pose as if they were ready to resort to violence at any second.

Right now, she was undoubtedly admiring her own dancing posture, assuming that everyone else appreciated it just as much.

Chu Yunndao could not help but sigh inwardly. Yet, even as he muttered to himself, his body suddenly came to a halt.

At the same time, considering the overall situation on their side as it stood presently, Liu Jiaying knew that things could still be considered relatively optimistic. Yet, even with this optimistic outlook, Liu Jiaying was well aware that he could not afford to let down his guard just yet. For this reason, he knew his efforts must continue.

"What, you want more?" Lin Xi extended his right hand, pointing his long spear at the figure as he spoke indifferently.

Had Chu Yundao been able to reach his current level of cultivation and master the Grand Dao of Space to perfection back when the extraterritorial battlefield first vanished, he would have had a strong chance of tracking down where it had disappeared to.

While trapped in the trial grounds, he had carried Huangfu Qi to safety, nearly being implicated and killed several times over. Yet now that the latter was safe, not only did he fail to offer the appropriate gratitude, but he even subjected Lü Tianming to utter humiliation.

Tongtong listened to my words in silence for a long time without making a sound. Eventually, she replied in a voice so faint it resembled the buzzing of a mosquito, "We'll see when the time comes." With that, she hung up the phone.

Immediately afterward, a massive, slender dragon's body emerged from the realm of dreams, coiling into a ring as twelve gigantic, uniquely shaped feathered wings unfurled in fierce grandeur.

Watching the mist beast beside him, which had previously hesitated, now charge toward the heritage grounds without stopping, Mu shook his head and ceased his wandering thoughts.

Pulling out my phone, I intended to call Li Hongbo about this matter, but coincidentally, the phone rang right at that moment.

While I was at the coffee shop with Haichao earlier, Ye Xing had sent me a text message, so she roughly knew when I would be getting back.