Volume One, Chapter 37: What Were Your Names Again?

Zhang Wanyu possessed an extraordinary gift for eloquence. As she spoke, that grand and magnificent history seemed to unfold vividly before the eyes of Bai Chou and Zhao Yun.

Bai Chou thought to himself: Ji Mengxue, the Xuanyuan Imperial Art, the Ji imperial clan—so that is how it is.

"The core of a Heaven-tier demonic beast—take it!" Cheng Feng smiled faintly. With a flash, he appeared beside the core, snatched it up, and without a moment’s delay, leaped out of the water, soaring straight into the sky under the cover of night until he vanished into the clouds.

Furthermore, he had come with Yu Zhenxing at the time, which meant that the two of them had discovered this extraterrestrial spacecraft together.

Scorpio’s eyes were filled with suspicion, and he was not alone; the others looked on with varying degrees of doubt as well. Since the dawn of time, apart from the legendary Immortal Venerable Zhutian, who had stunned the ages, no one had ever created their own path. How could they believe that Chu Mu was now, following in the footsteps of Zhutian, creating a new path? It was simply too shocking.

Upon hearing Chang'e's instructions, the Jade Rabbit breathed a long sigh of relief. With her mistress's guarantee, there would be no problem. After all, she was just a pet rabbit who had long since lost her wild instincts, and being forced to make such a momentous decision had truly been difficult for her.

Only then did Shura Daokong and the others realize that the Sansheng Stone had hidden itself within the Blood Pool Netherland to evade the Sovereign of the Other Shore, cooperating with the Great Sage of the Blood Pool. The Sovereign of the Other Shore was the progenitor of the Other Shore clan, having attained the status of Supreme Sovereign through the Great Dao of Reincarnation—a being nearly as powerful as the Shura Sovereign.

However, Ye Cuo had traversed nearly the entirety of Southeast Asia, searching over a dozen locations, only to find himself utterly disappointed by the results.

As for the Rain Goddess Ji Shuiyue, that direct grandson of the Martial Venerable ancestor, someone named Han Tao, was truly a worthless waste.

Upon hearing this, the others grabbed the submachine guns they had just seized and began to return fire. The militants were unable to break through for the moment, but they could not hold out for much longer.

"Senior, the speed of flying on a sword has slowed down significantly," Zhou Lei asked, conveying his confusion through a divine sense transmission.

Chu Mu knew that his master had once entered the River of Time and Destiny, glimpsing a corner of the future. Yet, the future was not fixed; it held infinite variables and possibilities. To be able to grasp the most likely future and the trajectory of fate amidst such infinite variables—this power was truly beyond imagination.

Huilan had sincerely invited the two of them to visit. Having long since passed the age and inclination for vying for favor, they had become increasingly clear-headed and magnanimous. Their true natures were not bad; it was simply that the imperial harem was a place that could drive anyone to madness. Now that they had returned to their true selves and had everything they needed, their interactions with others were naturally pleasing.

However, he could not show this openly, for to do so would make him appear small-minded and cause his other colleagues to look down on him.

The youth was pinned beneath another corpse, with only one slender hand exposed, its fingers twitching slightly.

"But I..." Yu Xi could not continue, her heart filled with extreme pain and helplessness. She was a different person compared to her resolute attitude last time. Perhaps the Yu family had placed immense pressure upon her, and since this pressure came from her own kin, she found it impossible to sever those ties, leaving her caught in a state of indecision.

In other words, love is merely a part of life. To live a magnificent life, one must embrace life itself. Even if love is brilliant, if one is abandoned by the world and remains a misfit, one is still a failure.

At the same time, he was worried that after Wang Hao left the company, he would take with him the group of loyalists he had spent so long cultivating in the procurement department.

I put on my helmet, a white light flashed, and I appeared in the Job Advancement Guild. Seven o'clock in the evening was the peak time for the game, and the guild was overflowing with people.

"Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked Shen Lei, flashing a standard smile that revealed exactly eight teeth.