Volume 1, Chapter 58: You Will Live to Regret This

Tang Ning and Mo Ting were originally dealing with Tang Xuan. However, after receiving a call from Tang Jingxuan, they immediately instructed Lu Che to turn the car around. Mo Ting even mobilized a significant portion of Hai Rui's resources to track down Tang Jingxuan, but by the time they found him, Tang Jingxuan had already fallen unconscious.

They had braved the elements, endured hunger and exhaustion, and bypassed cities occupied by fierce beasts, finally making it to Fengcheng. Half of their people had died, and the survivors who made it through unimaginable hardships thought victory was within reach, only to find themselves unable even to enter the city gates.

"I think we need to continue searching the school," Mo Ting said. "When the teacher in charge of the midday nap discovered the child was missing, it could only have been within a span of twenty minutes. How did he manage to take the child directly away from the school? He must have hidden the two children somewhere."

He raised his head and saw that the cocoon of light floating in the air had cracked open, releasing dazzling rays of divine light.

"It's a pity about the previous episode. I've always believed that the Star Sovereign had the highest hopes!" Zhao Gongming did not know what else to say; talking about the show at least provided a common topic of conversation.

Not everyone possessed such formidable psychological resilience as to share a room with a ghost.

"Shattering the void, undergoing the sixth thunder tribulation?" cried Jin Xun'er in astonishment as she perched on Lin Yi's shoulder.

Entering the room, Nurse Su removed Li Yan's cloak, tested the incense burner with her hand, draped a thin silk quilt over one side of the burner, and then motioned for Li Yan to sit near the burner to warm up.

With that rich and deep voice, a wave of wild joy surged within Minglan's heart. Yet, the moment she turned around and caught sight of that silver mask, her smile froze on her face, almost scaring her to tears.

Take the male lead, Lin Sheng, for example. He had publicly supported Yue Shanshan and made sarcastic remarks about her behind her back, but she did not feel uncomfortable about it in her heart. This was because Lin Sheng's attitude toward the script was extremely serious; she felt that as long as they were filming earnestly, it did not matter what Lin Sheng said about her.

"What are you planning to do?" Ximozhi asked, somewhat concerned, as he did not understand why Jinsheng had suddenly become so excited.

Gu Luocheng tried pulling his leg away several times to no avail, and in his anger, he simply grabbed his sword and slashed at Mu.

The demon spirit lowered its head with stiff movements and took a look. Its slender hand reached out to touch its empty chest, and the moment its fingers brushed against its dissolving body, they began to rot and melt away as if infected by a disease.

Countless artists were scrambling to introduce themselves in the Second Young Master's office. Putting everything else aside, simply being noticed by the Second Young Master meant securing the absolute best resources, and being groomed into a superstar was merely a matter of time.

By the afternoon of the following day, Helian Xin's condition had finally improved. She was still in a deep sleep, her pretty brows tightly knitted from the torment of the illness, her face pale, and her lips parted slightly as she breathed.

Yet now, the three elders actually saw these nine crystal pillars behaving quite mischievously, flashing continuously back and forth right before their eyes.

Luo Jia thought he had stopped the blade because he recognized her and was just about to rejoice, but upon hearing the word "antidote," her heart instantly turned half cold.

Only then did Yuze straighten his expression. In truth, aside from Mo Yichen, he had never told a single soul about his water-type superpower! Yet Xia Tianmeng had seen through it at a single glance! What kind of person was she? Why was she so knowledgeable about the apocalypse?

He also knew that his feelings for Xia Tianmeng were spiraling out of control, and he knew there would be no future for him and Xia Tianmeng. Therefore, he wanted to rein in the development of all this.

Nalan Qingyao had to admit that his chest was truly solid and broad, and it even radiated a trace of warmth.

Inquiring about the slovenly man from just moments ago, Ying Xuan had no desire to be inexplicably plotted against, so it was better to remain vigilant.

The tomb was brightly lit, with purple radiance illuminating this space, which was as silent as stagnant water, making it as bright as day.

If it were not for being ambushed and injured this time, he would not have started planning for his aftermath so early. However, after the news of Luo's assassination last night reached him, he faintly sensed that some faction was lurking quietly in the shadows, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

The objector was the Demonic Elder of Luohou Peak. This person was also in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, possessing a formidable reputation around Jiuyao. In his youth, his hands were stained with blood, and he only began to bide his time and conceal his brilliance as he grew older.

That old man was Gongsun Zhi. In their youth, he had tutored the imperial princes and princesses of Great Xia in their studies.

Just joking, just joking. The previous sentence was the one actually joking; in reality, I am merely someone who fumbles around blindly.

However, things had far exceeded his expectations. The Cao family actually used this as leverage to threaten him, attempting to force him into marrying off Mu Hongling.

That person fled in a panic, but as he passed by the doorway, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he swept a cold glance backward at those behind him.

At this moment, the muscular man was tied next to a tree stump, while Bingxixi and the others were nearby boasting and eating barbecue.

Whether it was the Yuan Dynasty or the Central Plains, if the three individuals who served as the ultimate safeguard for their respective martial arts worlds were to die, it would spell a colossal disaster for both sides.

Seeing everyone's gaze fixed upon him, Muli straightened his chest and head, raised a hand, and snapped his fingers crisply. A dazzling, moon-white spotlight descended from above, illuminating him.

Opening his eyes slightly and seeing Lu Jiuzhang and the others, he did not show much surprise, instead greeting everyone with a calm expression.

After the war ended, a large number of combat personnel chose to take a leave of absence. They wanted to return home to take a look; regardless of whether their homes still stood or not, they longed to go back and see.

"Harmos, I will store you in a space where you can rest and recuperate!" Locke placed Harmos into the bracelet's space and chased after Solarian.

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged as he nodded, seemingly having anticipated this outcome long ago.

The emergence of this sealed ruin caused Beilu Prefecture City to expand by at least a third or so.

Judging purely from their external appearance and physique, these figures could no longer be considered the same species as the other pale-white spore monsters. One could only faintly discern certain similarities with the other pale-white spore monsters from the wide-open, bloody mouths across their ribs.

This token was exclusively for Xuanwu Peak, while the other inner disciple identity token was for use within the Creation Immortal Sect.