City of the Dead

The Divine Realm, Star Temple.

A mature woman with long pink hair, clad in starry robes, stood before a crystal ball and murmured, "If these five do not wake up soon..."

The Divine Realm will perish...

The woman’s expression was one of deep concern.

"Celia, how is the situation now?" A man with black and white hair, dressed in black and white divine robes, approached from the distance.

"Thanks to you, everything is on the right track..." Celia replied.

With a series of hand seals formed, a surge of overwhelming power rippled outward, centered on Xia Tian, and reached the Flying Cloud Stream below.

The seven-headed eagle possessed the attributes of fire, wood, and water simultaneously. Once it attacked, its seven heads would spew flames, viscous slime, dust clouds, and more.

Having learned her lesson from oversleeping that morning, Mu Wanfeng was extra diligent the next day and rose early.

"I am asking you a question; have you both turned into corpses?" Lady Ning raised an eyebrow, scolding the two maids, Magpie and Cuckoo.

Ever since the fennel incident, the Old Matriarch and Zhao Yutong had granted her special permission to seek a doctor on her own whenever she felt unwell, bypassing Lady Feng to avoid any delay.

Buried hundreds of thousands of feet deep, hidden within the subterranean magma, it was entirely possible to conceal something so thoroughly that no one could ever find it.

Realizing that things could not continue this way, Xia Tian struck again. This time, instead of using sword qi, he flickered and rushed toward Cui Nian in a single stride.

Someone immediately came in to assist Lady Li out and arrange for her departure from the manor. However, since Pei Xin'er remained unconscious, it was only proper and reasonable to inform the Old Matriarch and Lady Zhao about sending Lady Li away, so Zhao Yutong went to see them personally.

"This won't do!" I retreated a large step, staring at him, my lips pressed into a thin line, my breathing unsteady.

Although such things were quite impressive, Shu Jingrong deeply felt that with her current level of fame, she could no longer achieve the effect of a thunderclap on a flat plain.

Upon receiving the news, Chu Yan immediately turned the car around with a smile and headed straight for the Nanshan International Airport.

After twenty rounds of combat, the bandit guard let out a miserable scream and fell, dropping a pile of loot mixed with coins and equipment. I quickly counted: 2500 coins and a pair of sturdy pauldrons.

"Damn it, what is going on? Why do I have this feeling?" Chu Yan was worried that his unease might portend something bad. This wasn't superstition, merely a premonition of events about to unfold.

I nodded to myself; Niu Fu knew how to conduct himself and spoke with propriety. I gave half of the captured Cao army supplies to Niu Fu, telling him to take the credit before Dong Zhuo. With arrangements complete, the entire army returned to Chang'an.

I realized that it was already 11:23 in real time, meaning the first match had already begun. I only hoped that Yihan and I were not the ones competing, or else everything would be truly lost.

The altar formed by the Undead Emperor and all the other materials that had not been collected were reduced to dust within the thunderclouds.

"Understood." The Six Paths of Reincarnation vanished into the night. The Six Paths of Reincarnation never needed a reason; they simply obeyed Ling Tian's commands.

The six-legged dragon appeared much larger than a mutated lizard and had evolved two extra legs, but its body was a glossy, pitch black. Its scales were half a meter long, and its entire form was like a steel fortress, crushing through the high sky and destroying everything in its path.

"However, I believe he is just a brute, relying on nothing but raw strength and a sturdy physique. If he were to encounter a blade, I fear he would have been laid out long ago!" Li Qiang, seemingly feeling that he had bolstered the enemy's morale while dampening his own, added quickly.