Volume One, Chapter 44: The Spirit of the Book

At that moment, some of those standing close to the sea of lava noticed that humans had crossed it as well. The older man who called himself Al Qingshan halted Al Zhanhu, but after speaking, he too stomped his foot. In an instant, the ground around him shattered violently, cracks spreading all the way to the gates of the Valley of the Elixir King. If not for the valley’s protective formation, which trembled and blocked the force, even the main entrance would have been destroyed.

What a fool. My fingers twisted a corner of the brocade quilt tightly. The heat on my face burned all the way to my ears.

But a problem had arisen: the Mad Daoist had once given Han Lin hints on how to find the golden gauntlet, but Han Lin still hadn’t deciphered the four lines of poetry.

“Don’t get agitated. The Emperor has Imperial Physician Liu with him. But your injuries can’t be ignored either.” Jun Murong’s calm tone coaxed me. Somehow, it worked; my coughing ceased.

They had actually crossed over, unlike the poor black cat. This was the entire elven race, arriving as a whole.

Hu Yue’s hearing was sharp, and she caught clearly the words “wait for my return.” Lifting her head to watch Wan Qi’s departing figure, Hu Yue suddenly felt lost and adrift.

“Look, she’s really moving, it’s amazing.” Without realizing it, Su Jianxin also broke into a smile, a faint and gentle excitement coloring his pale face.

One example was the mechanism Jiang Shaoyou had previously discovered: when the massive iron gate was violently attacked, a copper tube would instantly release a powerful anesthetic gas. This gas was so potent that even an elephant, if it inhaled just a trace, would immediately pass out and not awaken for three days and nights.

Once these chains of celestial swords formed, the raging power of the void could no longer tear them apart.

Certainly, the current Silverwhite City served as the stronghold of the Cursed Church, but its recapture and the slaughter of all undead within did not mean everything was over.

In contrast, Tai Chi was different. It expounded on the transformation of yin and yang, the ultimate principles of the Dao, and was a martial art rooted in reason and philosophy—its level was much higher.

Even if the two were strangers, shouldn’t Li Menglong, considering her safety, at least try to be more reliable?

For instance, among the true disciples Yi Yun knew, the Celestial Seal of the Deification Sect was a bamboo of frost. So if he succeeded in advancing to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, the power of the heavenly tribulation would refine a bamboo-shaped avatar for him.

With a crash, Sun Wukong struck the barrier and sent ripples through it, but before they could spread, the demon warriors swiftly repaired the barrier.

Under their mutual control, the scope of the battle did not spiral out of control, confined within a five-hundred-meter radius. With cultists of the Demon Sect possibly lurking everywhere at the foot of the Celestial Palace Mountain, both men remained vigilant.

At the same time, as rescue efforts were underway for Aguru’s statue at the TPC Integrated Base, in the South Pacific near New Zealand, Gatangeer received feedback on the deaths of three Zoga. Its massive, fang-filled maw opened abruptly, releasing a deep, furious howl.

Gao Shimei couldn’t believe it. She’d tasted it before, and it was nothing special. Afterwards, Tiffany had refused to let her try again, acting all secretive—she must have cast some kind of spell, she was sure of it.

He truly was a top-ranked figure. Though the Heaven, Earth, and Mortal Rankings were established by the Celestial Palace itself, there was no exaggeration—the fifth place on the Heaven Ranking was genuinely a Dao Sovereign, a master who roamed the myriad worlds, whose every gesture reflected the profound principles of the Dao.

The golden-haired elder smiled and nodded. “Your master, though surrounded by the power of chaos, probably realizes the limits—he cannot join the ranks of the ancient gods.” According to the red crystal, Wang Ling was encircled by eleven ultimate soul-draining elemental forces, moving with chaos trailing behind him; yet none merged with his body.

“Who goes there…” The guards at the main gate, deep in conversation, suddenly saw several strangely dressed people rushing toward them, faces smeared with chaotic colors like ghosts. Instantly, a sense of impending disaster struck them.

From that moment, the total annihilation of the armored regiment marked the spectacular beginning of Zhu Jin’s career as a reconnaissance soldier.

“Village Chief Ma, I just saw a cart at the entrance to the village. I want to attach wheels to Lulü and make him a moving earth tank—do you think that’ll work?” Zhong Wei turned to address Chief Ma, who was standing outside.

It was only after hearing her words that I noticed the corpse of the giant rat had been effortlessly lifted into the air, and beneath its limp body, a massive dark-brown form was slowly surfacing from the shifting sands.

For years, he had been one of the top three in the group army, and with his sharpshooting skills, he’d earned himself the rank of deputy platoon leader. If his educational background hadn’t been weak, he’d have been sent to military academy long ago.

The Order possessed highly advanced weaponry, capable of sealing the energy flow within espers, which was why they enjoyed repeated victories.

Who was Qing Lan? She was a true deity! To ignore the threat of a godlike being would bring consequences beyond the imagination of ordinary people.