Volume 1, Chapter 48: Two Methods

The other elders all wore skeptical expressions, but the problem was that the two young men were now lying in the ancestral hall, unconscious and生死未卜 (of uncertain life and death). Combined with the words of their elders, this was enough to convince most of them.

"How much do you know about your grandmaster?" Zhao Junyu asked, gazing at the gates of the Sword Palace.

She spoke quite casually, avoiding overly technical jargon, and simply introduced herself in a very colloquial manner.

"If the Ultimate Pill were to grow hair, what would happen to its medicinal efficacy?" the Celestial Emperor of the West asked.

Wang Hu's eyes suddenly flew open, though his pupils had now turned a pure, pitch-black color. He turned his head to look at Jiang Chen and the others, a bizarre smile spreading across his face.

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, Na Tie scooped Bai Yiyi up into his arms. True to expectation, Bai Yiyi did not offer even a trace of resistance. Overjoyed, Na Tie eagerly strode toward Tenglong; if not now, when else?

"That is correct. In the realms below the Saint Realm, regardless of the karmic ties you share, if you do not go and sever them, you will never be able to find the Saint Realm, nor will you ever become a true Saint!" Hongjun said.

His wings flashed with light, and the next instant, Ye Fantian's figure had already appeared a thousand miles away.

Though still not enough to truly threaten Pan Yuhong, it allowed Pan Yuhong to comprehend a great deal from the experience. One had to know that such wonderful opportunities for enlightenment were truly rare in this world.

"Is that so? If that's the case, then it doesn't really matter." Well, although he said that, there didn't seem to be any topics suitable for a lengthy conversation anyway. Never mind, he might as well ask about the thing that concerned him most.

An Shengxue seemed to have read something in their eyes and gave them no opportunity to speak at all.

Then, everyone watched as the heavily wounded Dugu Yang was carried away by the guards, followed by a wave of hushed sighs and murmurs.

His thumb, like a sharp instrument, sank deeply into the big man's hand, threatening to pierce right through his palm. Overwhelmed by the agony, the big man broke out in a cold sweat, his face twisting with terror.

"Thump, thump, thump." As the dragon blood within his body grew increasingly pure, Lian's physique had also been growing stronger and stronger. "Even so, there's no way to endure dragon breath purely on physical resilience like this." The previous time had already been the absolute limit; to do this now would simply be courting death.

The thunder-infused magic seal was incomparably dazzling, resembling an ancient primordial beast roaring as it surged into the sky. Brimming with immense power and accompanied by endless brilliant radiance, it slammed fiercely into the twin fiends' black defensive shield, detonating with a resounding boom.

Feeling that increasingly faint life force, a familiar scene flashed across Chu Xinghan's mind—it was the moment of Bai Chan's dying breath.

Ignoring Zhao Zilong's injuries entirely, Jin Tang maintained a speed of sixty kilometers per hour as she sprinted forward. Even though Zhao Zilong tried his utmost to cushion the jarring impacts, the agony in his back still caused cold sweat to stream down his entire body.

However, before she could undergo her transformation, before she could grow any further, she had witnessed with her own eyes a heaven-shaking lie.

Vast beyond measure though the other domains of the second city on the Immortal Path were, almost the entire day's discussions revolved solely around Qin Tian, with everyone buzzing with chatter.

Yet his hands did not pause. Amidst his shouting, he had already swiftly hurled out a gigantic bone handprint.

The gazes of Uncle Liu and Uncle Niu also secretly startled me. Under the beam of the helmet lamp, those were looks impossible to forget ever again! Murderous intent! That kind of gaze carried an invisible deterrent force; only those whose hands were stained with blood—those who had killed countless times—could let such murderous intent leak from their eyes, revealing a domineering aura.

"Eh? What do you mean, it's not right?" The shopkeeper was happily tallying accounts. Hearing the young man speak, he raised his head. Although a smile still lingered on the corners of his lips, the amusement in his eyes had long since vanished.

What kind of realm could allow one to survive for tens of thousands of years or even longer? Could it be the existence of someone surpassing the Nascent Soul stage?

Even so, he still had to fight for a desperate chance at survival. Supporting himself on the ground with one hand, ignoring the agony wracking his entire body, he gritted his teeth and shakily forced himself to stand up.

The maze within the barren, uninhabited lands was already broken and had evolved on its own. Linked to the maze was an illusion formation, the two infiltrating each other and long since merging into one. Because of the hallucinations, Luo Tian had stumbled out of the maze, and because of the hallucinations, he had leaped straight into the illusion formation.

This seemed like a stirring, tragic heroic tale, worthy of being passed down and praised by later generations. Yet, according to Yang Chen's understanding, the reality of the situation was quite different.

The most crucial part was that even Murong Kun himself felt that perhaps he truly was guilty.

Lost in his complacent reverie, Fuhu suddenly heard Gong Qingyu's greeting. He furrowed his brow slightly, though he did not ask any further questions, merely responding with a simple acknowledgement.

Facing four supreme experts of the four and five calamities of the Life and Death realm, all wielding magical artifacts, he fought fiercely and unyieldingly with his bare hands.

Xu Xiaoxing naturally knew she should not be here; for a father and son to be talking while an outsider lingered about was indeed rather strange.

Those few minutes were the most agonizing time in A Fei's countless years of life—to describe them as "each day felt like a year" would still be an understatement.

Among these mountain ranges, individual peaks might harbor miraculous locations capable of transforming one's destiny and granting boundless benefits.

He Aili trembling reached out her hand, and He Aimei drew the blade across her wrist.

The dark buildings seemed to have been uninhabited for a very long time, their rough outlines barely discernible under the moonlight.

Shao Ze suffered from anorexia; this was something she had confirmed with a doctor. Mentioning it to Chu Weiting today was actually meant as a reminder to him.

Sure enough, as Madam Xu spoke those words, a few more traces of a smile appeared on Wang Qitu's face, though heaven knows what that fellow was plotting in his heart.