Chapter 29

The technology of "virtual reality" was still in its nascent stage. The Gu Corporation had invested heavily in this field and had also collaborated with other companies.

Following instructions, Jiang Yushu changed her clothes and lay down again, unable to stop her restless thoughts. Her heart was tormented, and she stayed awake until dawn.

The final battle was about to begin. Emperor Tai had opened the wastelands of the various realms, connecting the mysterious wilderness. Once all forces were gathered, the plan was to surge against the current and seek the primordial origin before ancient times.

The first figure he saw was Motarian, whose eyes blazed with fierce flames even hotter than the burning Abyss.

Rosaline had caused quite a stir recently, but for her, the pressure was no different from when she first arrived in Mondstadt.

What exactly had happened, the master never revealed to him; he only said that he would understand when the time came.

At that moment, all eyes, without exception, were drawn to the man who suddenly appeared on the lawn like a king descending.

Gu Xingjing observed Cheng Zhihuan’s facial expressions without a flicker, unwilling to miss even the slightest nuance.

As the official historian, Li Qigong only spoke during the discussion of capturing Xing Prison’s fugitives; otherwise, he sipped tea and listened quietly, cautious with his words.

Having watched for a year, all the emotions had been expressed. It was just that the Dragon Turtle clan had once again produced a mighty Dragon Turtle; such events had become routine.

“Fool, idiot?…” Bao Xin didn’t understand the term but truly felt like a scattered fool in the wind at that moment.

Was it Miss Litchi who had fallen for Shen Lang, or had they already secretly crossed that line?

The Li family’s gate plaque, long unmaintained, was this time replaced with a grand new vermilion plaque bearing two powerful characters written in bold strokes.

A crackling sound like roasting beans came from his entire body. His burning clothes billowed as he moved sideways, carving deep furrows.

Because he had worn special goggles today, and news of Chen Si’s recent emergency admission hadn’t faded yet, even if people guessed, none dared to be certain.

Recalling the glorious deed of the butcher who had slaughtered the Cui clan in Qinghe, his legs trembled even more violently.

No matter what, daring to break into the imperial palace required immense courage and boldness, risking everything.

Like New Year’s firecrackers, countless points of golden light exploded and then converged into a cluster, enveloping the figure.

Distributing seeds, managing draft oxen, organizing land reclamation, developing economic crops like mulberry, hemp, and jujube—all these were the county office’s duties.

Around his neck, shoulders, and waist hung wolf teeth and copper bells strung on red cords. In one hand, he held an implement resembling both a pestle and drumstick, while the other grasped a large oxhide drum as big as a basin.

After a while, Ling Hai saw three soldiers pushing an iron cage from the hallway. Using a lift, they placed the cage in the arena, then moved it to the center.

Upon hearing Su Jinhai’s shout to kill Tang Zhong, his heart wavered with doubt.

Those cultivators each had powerful spiritual senses; even spotting one in the vast sea region was rare. Now that they gathered in crowds, missing the chance would mean waiting a long time.

He lightly tapped the crown of his head, and a purple fist shot forth from his skull, colliding with the incoming gray light.

Grandma’s Soul Fruit could extract the soul through fear, making it a very effective tool.

Heavenly soldiers fell by the dozens, the Nine Luminaries perished entirely, and among the Twenty-Eight Mansions, including those slain by Bai Yiweng’s sword and those taken down by Jin Zhan and others, eleven were dead or injured.

“I owe my survival truly to Brother Zhao’s lifesaving grace!” Wu Sen looked at the zombie with lingering fear, his voice trembling.

After a dozen exchanges of blasts, two figures were propelled backward in opposite directions. Both showed signs of retreat; Lin Chen staggered back seven or eight steps, while Lie Tian only retreated three or four.

As the shower of sparks gradually dispersed, within the blood-red glow appeared the image of a green phoenix. Its form had shrunk by about half, the green radiance dimmed, clearly having suffered great injury.

“Elder Ye, you mentioned this essence-type—can it be mass-produced as well?” Yu Qing asked anxiously.

By comparison, the cultivation methods of Chinese martial arts were naturally more advanced. Even the lowest and most basic external force stage surpassed the body refining techniques of this world.

Tirihan and his cavalry incessantly strung their bows and shot arrows, harassing the enemy’s right flank to ease the pressure on the northern militia. Besides him, various grassland lords also led their cavalry to share the burden of the infantry.

Mr. Lan suddenly swung his sword, the swordlight surging. The blade, three feet seven inches long, seemed to suddenly extend by another three feet. A blue glow flickered at the tip, stretching and contracting unpredictably, dazzling and resembling the legendary sword qi.

Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to see that this Gyarados was imbued with a metallic texture, likely mechanical. The only ones who could create such a thing… besides Team Rocket, Ting Shu couldn’t think of anyone else.

Four men stood opposite the Zhuang family, all beaming with smiles, while no one else stood beside them.

This meant their accounts were frozen because they had previously slandered Maple Kitchen on a message board, not due to any fault of the Maple app preventing login.

He never dreamed the system would materialize a hero from a string of code. Looking at General Aivis before him, Lina’s heart burned with passion. If he could acquire General Aivis, he would have nothing to fear—invincibility would be within reach.

Since his retirement, he had indeed cultivated many talents here, turning the local youth into strong and healthy men.

From presidents to actors, celebrities to wealthy merchants, all liked to use this as a facade to gain votes, win favor, and attract attention. Why shouldn’t he do the same?

When Shen Qingwu first heard the news, her eyelids twitched uncontrollably. “This trip to the Temple of Heaven—His Majesty intends to use himself as bait, casting a long line to catch a big fish!” After Gu Jingfeng returned home from court, Shen Qingwu sighed softly, served him the prepared breakfast, and said with certainty.