Chapter 44

Xu Qianqiu stood firm and motionless, seemingly intent on testing the profound and mysterious silver thread energy of the zither master.

There was no help for it; the crown prince's seat ought to have been next to the Prince of An, but the Prince of An was ill and absent, leaving the spots to them. Besides, who else had a peerage like Ye Hanqiu's?

Regarding this possibility, Wuque had long since considered it, and at the time, Elder Ning Daoyi had also provided ample hints.

What he did not know, however, was that the longevity tablet erected for him by the commoners of Changfeng Town happened to be placed inside the temple just last night. The townspeople had renovated the place, repainted the divine statue, and enshrined his longevity tablet. From then on, incense burned there unceasingly, and the barrier emitted by the giant bronze coffin grew even more solid.

Beyond the national borders, boundless ranges of towering mountains stretched endlessly, accompanied by a great river flowing straight down, cutting continuously through the north and south, rushing away with torrential might for a thousand miles.

In the lands of Jiangzuo, whenever children ran about and heard that Fairy Xuanyuan was venturing forth, they would follow in droves, waiting only for golden pellets to drop so they could scramble to pick them up.

From the moment the white-robed figure entered the room, the old man kept his gaze fixed upon him. A cyan light shone within his eyes, determined to pierce through layer upon layer of mist and see through five thousand years of history.

As the three men drank heartily, they plotted together. Although Chu Feng did not speak much, every time he opened his mouth, it caused Shen Yi and Chen Ke to cast sidelong glances at him. True to form, soldiers who had experienced the crucible of the battlefield were formidable characters.

Once he confirmed that this newly appeared passerby had not discovered his flaw, he resumed his lifeless expression.

However, the aged emperor did not have many days left to live. Even if he were unwilling to accept it, he seemed incapable of making any grand waves. Could it truly be that he intended to pass the imperial throne to an outsider rather than his own flesh and blood?

As the laughter subsided, Jiang Wenlun walked up to the front of the hall and whispered into the ear of the prefect. The prefect nodded repeatedly, his expression shifting from gloomy to clear as a heavy stone lifted from his heart.

All living things in the universe are capable of cultivation. Practitioners of supreme mastery spring up like bamboo shoots after rain and stand thick as towering buildings—who can truly claim the title of king? I, Eyun, shall be the very first. What are cultivators? What are immortals? Eyun's goal is not merely to attain immortality, but to become a god, to become the supreme master of this heaven and earth, and to make everything bow in submission.

Dongfang Ziyan, who had always presented herself with an iceberg demeanor, unexpectedly gave Ye Chen a sense of elfin ease at this moment.

Yu Heng hurriedly waved his hand. He had come to look for someone, and although he could now say he had found half of one—since he could only regard the fiend as half-satisfactory in his heart—he still had to continue his search.

The moment Su Lejing pushed open the bronze doors, he laid eyes on a senior brother of such peerless grace and demeanor. Clearly, a flash of astonishment, mingled with deep respect, crossed Su Lejing's face. He knew virtually every disciple, elder, and hall master currently in the Yuling Sect.

That smile was gentle and tender, yet for some reason, Maisie suddenly caught a glimpse of that permanently cane-supported, limping old man in the darkness within this young half-elf.

Swallowing down the last half-cup of tea in a single gulp, Ye Chen gathered up all the letters and drawings. He needed to go find Dongfang Ziyan right now and question her about the matter.

The shadowy figure hesitated for a moment before deciding to head toward Yu Heng's quarters. In truth, she was also filled with curiosity about Yu Heng; her intuition told her that this person was far from simple.

It was not Merlin's first time coming to the Sanctuary, but it had been a very long time since his last visit. He vaguely remembered that his previous trip dated back to last year—the previous year of his own world—when he came to find William to see Shakespeare's new stage play, which was why he had visited the Sanctuary then.

Tasting the cuisine of the Demon Realm for the very first time, Yu Heng offered this commentary: everything in the Demon Realm was dominated by the color black, a trait reflected in its flora and fauna, and naturally translated into its food.

A sound of agony escaped from the zombie's lips as large quantities of black Qi spewed from its body. It then grabbed the peach wood coin sword and flew toward the distant Taiji symbol.

Having stayed in the Zheng family for over a dozen years, she knew full well how immense their power was, and that plotting against political rivals was a commonplace occurrence. She constantly heard stories of families being imprisoned and having their estates confiscated.

The true immortals present could clearly sense the murderous intent contained within, and instinctively retreated in all directions.

These statues of the Three Pure Ones had not been dusted for many years, and were covered in a thick layer of grime.

Lin Hai was convinced that anyone with a fashionable eye looking at this outfit would never utter words like "vulgar and cheap."

Elixirs were also an exceptionally lucrative business; if he possessed the skill to craft fine elixirs, how could he possibly fail to make money?

Someone gave Cheng Han a hearty slap on the shoulder. Turning his head, he spotted an elegant and debonair young man in purple robes with a bohemian flair.

The messenger had already taken Ruyan's words as imperial decrees, completely forgetting his own status as he indignantly sought justice for her.

They were unable to give rise to anything at all; they could only transform into something unprecedented.

Instead, they began chatting about other matters. "Do you think we will ever be resurrected?" the black mist asked with a somewhat desolate atmosphere.

Along the road to Yanmen, Ding Li received a notification and could not help but marvel in astonishment. He had previously wondered why Yao Jinyoung's peculiar spear lacked any bonus stats, only to discover it possessed such an extraordinary transformation.

"Did you kill the Ten Great Elders?" Although the commander of the guards asked the question, he still found it impossible to believe the outcome.

Ning Xiu had each of them take a shovel, dip it into cement, and begin building while bonding the exterior walls.

Nan Gongyunyao also leaped onto the roc's back, then glanced back at the base of the Blood-Sucking Divine Cult. With a sigh, he directed the giant bird to fly toward the Tengyun Tribe.

Did you truly believe that this forward-stretching line of evolution stopped with your human species?

Because these gargoyles were too poor, Lu Shu could not even be bothered to make a move. He carefully observed the surrounding environment, keeping his attention primarily on energy fluctuations, yet still found nothing, utterly unable to determine which direction led to the core area.

How long have we existed beneath the five hundred Dao laws? At present, every single Dao law requires a hundred billion years for us to comprehend, which proves that our cultivation has strayed onto a deviant path. The supreme treasures rumored among the primordial clans are all special artifacts of various attributes, containing even more formidable dao powers—treasures we have always desired to obtain.

Jiang Xiao exchanged glances with Ming'er, who nodded in return. They each sat cross-legged several dozen yards apart from one another, and as Xuanxin Zaohua opened his palms, a hexagonal obelisk crashed heavily down into their midst.

The urban rules across the Purple Spirit Continent were uniform: within city limits, even those garrisoned there were forbidden from resorting to reckless violence. However, the moment one stepped a million miles outside a city, no one would care if you fought to the death.

Zheng Xichen was speechless at such behavior, yet he had no intention of pushing him away. Anyway, no matter how intimate their actions appeared, the servants were entirely accustomed to it. Even if Zheng Chenheng truly lost control of his beastly impulses at any moment and desired to take him right on the spot, the servants would invariably smile knowingly and quietly withdraw.