Chapter 34

Immediately afterward, several more shells crashed down with the force of falling meteors, violently striking the largest camp at Bali Pu. The two cannons on the camp’s battery were shattered in the blast, and more than a dozen Qing soldiers stationed nearby were killed or wounded.

Sensing that the spiritual rice in the Gathering Spirit Basin had vanished, the Tathagata was filled with rage. His divine form disappeared from the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas and, in the blink of an eye, appeared in the meditation chamber.

Ever since Gu Mo had acquired the oil lamp, he had tinkered with it daily, though he had yet to uncover its mysteries. He had even consulted many ancient texts in hopes of discovering its origins, but his efforts yielded nothing. Now, he produced this treasure because he had finally learned some basic methods of using it.

“If you don’t believe me, just try one. I guarantee that after the first, you’ll want a second,” Tian Feng said, pointing at the basket beside him.

“The next segment is for questions from the media. If you have any questions about the Old Boys film, please raise your hand,” the host announced.

Wang Chuan, however, remained clear-headed; he was not swayed by temptation. On the contrary, he became even more wary.

He then rolled up his socks to prevent the diamonds from rubbing against each other; after all, diamonds are the hardest substance in the world, and only a diamond can cut another diamond.

However, lotuses grown that way, whether in terms of efficacy, flavor, growth rate, or medicinal properties, were vastly inferior to those that flourished on high mountain peaks.

Previously, Yellowbrow was merely a bell-ringing attendant. Maitreya Buddha had never directly imparted any skills to him, so even after centuries of cultivation, he had reached only the rank of an earth immortal.

The other three Great Roc Kings showed no reaction. Though they had been moved upon hearing the ancient scripture, their emotions calmed as Chu Xun emerged, merciless and resolute.

With preparations complete, Li Meng, suppressing the pain in her heart, copied the nearby message she had sent earlier into the regional message draft box and pressed send with unwavering resolve.

After browsing the posts about The Song of Heaven, Li Meng scrolled further and found a post published just a minute ago: The First Player to Leave the Novice Village.

“Wait a moment, teacher. Can’t you transfer your power to me as usual? With the strength of the Spirit Combat Realm and this divine artifact, what could Wei Huang possibly do to us? What’s there to fear?” Ye Feng asked, thoroughly puzzled.

“I’m curious—who are you? I have been a god for many years, yet I’ve never met a mage as powerful as you,” Fiona said proudly to the man, showing not a hint of panic.

After taking the call, she finally felt relaxed enough to eat. Who else could have called her?

If someone dies once, does the mark disappear—and then will the Undying Sovereign stop causing trouble?

Cai Mengqi accepted the money without hesitation, her eyes flashing with scorn. Did they really think she was so easily bullied?

“You called me here because it worked, didn’t you?” Horne said, excitement evident in his voice. He had waited more than twenty years for this moment.

She called the hotel, asked the chef to prepare a lavish breakfast to Lu Mian’s taste, and then delivered it in person.

“You bandits dare to plunder villages and take lives in broad daylight! Scoundrels like you deserve death at everyone’s hands. Do you even deserve to ask my young master’s name? If you know what’s good for you, dismount and surrender—you might suffer less. Otherwise, you’ll be sent to hell,” Xiao Feng retorted loudly, his face full of disdain.

Tang Muan wrote it out; many things she wanted to express were left incomplete, but it was enough.

After fending off Mr. Ou, the white-haired elder laughed heartily, shifted his body, and lunged once more for Xu Yandong’s throat.

It wasn’t that the wind was blowing directly into the room; it was just that the lantern’s noise had been so loud, occasionally mingled with gusts of wind, that Yao Chuxi grew a little frightened.

Lin Xin dressed and returned to her lodging, gazing blankly at Ye Han. Suddenly, she realized that this man was indeed different—though he was lecherous, he never took advantage of others. Serving at his side forever might not be such a bad thing.

Especially since this aura of a Heavenly Lord carried a strong demonic presence—it was clearly no good omen. For a time, the entire Grand Profound World was shrouded in unease.

When the film ended and the lights in the hall came back on, Lin Yifeng was surprised to find that Yang Xue’s eyes were already red with tears.

The establishment of the safe haven was, of course, for the Anasta family’s residence. Naturally, they had to go and see it for themselves. The dozen or so dark elves were both helpers and, in critical moments, expendable pawns.

Huang Xuanling was deeply moved and quickly sat cross-legged to try to apply this insight, to grasp its mysteries and restore his semi-transparent form.

Not long after, the powerful beings of the multiverse began to speak of a mighty entity known as the God of Giants. It was said that this God of Giants possessed a colossal form rivaling an entire plane, wielding incredible strength. Alone, he stormed into the divine kingdom of the Spider Goddess Lolth and slew her.

Thus, there was no need to continue cultivating the Moon Spirit Technique. That was why Tong Yan had made such a significant change in recent days.

Outside, Liao Han couldn’t hear anything from the morgue. He wondered, “Could Brother Chen’s tastes be so peculiar that he’s arranged a date with the Captain in there? Should I knock or not?”

Ye Suiyun wasted no time and hurried toward Youyu Plain. In about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, he arrived at the clearing covered in short grass. There, two wolf corpses lay on the ground, their blood already washed away by rain. In the middle of the clearing, Monk Chen sat with his back to him, quiet and unmoving, as if he’d never stirred at all.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked with a sneer, as if he didn’t believe Qi Feng dared to refuse.

After the Chinese team kicked off, they didn’t rush forward. With a two-goal lead, they were confident enough to play the ball around in their own half, while the Polish team gradually pushed up their formation, striving to squeeze the Chinese team’s space for ball control.

The two mechanical dogs, of course, could not understand what he was saying. Once more, they bared their sharp teeth, the metallic gleam of their jaws betraying how thoroughly they had been modified.

Li Qifeng’s expression changed, and a tremor ran through him—how could he not have considered the idea that Shangguan Qianqian had just raised? But if that happened, wouldn’t Snow Country lose all autonomy? What then would become of her, the Snow Empress?