31 031 (Revised)

Yet, previously, I believed just as firmly in filial piety and science. If someone were to tell me gravity did not exist, I would certainly think they were insane.

Stepping through the spatial portal, Qin Yu once again felt the long-lost force of teleportation. He felt the space-time around him shifting incessantly, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The character may not be complete, but in the end, it will still be fulfilled. Because time does not exist, I myself am the truth; who could change that? Truth is everything; there is nothing else besides truth. Everything will end sooner or later; the only difference is whether the character is aware of it.

One must know that in the Wildlands, only a few top-tier Demon Kings possess magical artifacts, and even those are not divine weapons. Otherwise, how could the Wildland army have been defeated by the Heavenly Gate army?

Feipeng no longer wished to say anything else. He had already made up his mind: he would go to the Demon Realm to find Chonglou. He believed Chonglou would welcome him.

Shen Junru’s expression shifted, and with a sharp cry, a large number of fine threads gradually merged, transforming into white ribbons that coiled around Tie Shan.

In truth, there was nothing particularly special. If I had to name something, it was that my phone was lost the day before I returned. Replacing the phone and the SIM card would be a hassle, so I decided to wait until I got back to Beijing to handle it.

I looked through tears at the face of Si Chen on the tombstone, frozen at the age of seventeen. It was a look I had never seen before, and perhaps the version of him that Chen Xiang had admired most in her youth.

"You..." Zheng Zhan, acting as the referee, glared at Wang Qiu'er. He had clearly intervened to stop the fight, yet Wang Qiu'er had still delivered a lethal blow, causing him to lose face. However, Wang Qiu'er did not even glance at him, turning instead to walk toward the center of the competition stage.

[Hmm... I’m actually feeling like buying something now.] Li Dao, who had been watching from the sidelines, remarked within the Deep Sea network.

Coroner Zhang squatted nearby, eating his porridge. The white, fragrant porridge was served with preserved vegetables, and eating them together—if he had to describe the feeling in two words—was simply "comforting."

Unexpectedly, half a month later, Mo Lijian actually ran away! This led to the series of events from the day before yesterday. Who would have thought that after disappearing for a day, he would specifically seek her out yesterday morning to warn her not to reveal that he was still in Yao City?

Meng Yuwan struggled to support herself as she rose, her eyes observing her surroundings. She had never been to this place before, and the clothes on her body had been changed; soft fabric gently covered her bandaged wounds. She did not know who had saved her, but she hoped to thank them properly.

"Grandpa Xu, since there are so many people in this village, why don't you be self-reliant and live by farming?" Meng Yuwan caught hold of Old Man Xu Gen and asked the question that had been weighing on her mind.

Their eyes remained fixed on Kelly’s sword. They did not care about the expressions on Kelly’s face or what he had to say; they only cared about where his sword was. Because they were only responsible for killing, regardless of who the target was, they only obeyed orders.

Sister-in-law was not an outsider. In order to wake Hao Cheng up, he was not afraid to let her know of the family scandal that everyone knew about but kept unspoken.

Just then, Qin Shou’s phone rang. He looked at it with a surprised expression; it was actually a call from his father.

After lunch, she carried two buckets containing jelly noodles, seasonings, and cooking oil to the vegetable market.

When the towering flames dissipated and the Eternal Realm appeared unscathed before their eyes, they were all stunned, utterly bewildered.

Xiao Yu touched the rough floor and propped himself up. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Tuo Mi Xie walking toward him.

He opened the seminar live stream again, searched for the keyword "Heaven" in the video, and filtered the results to find the information he needed.

Zhou Biexiao squatted to pick up the handkerchief on the ground, and a jade tablet fell out from within. While others might not know it, Zhou Biexiao recognized it—this was the jade tablet of the Demon Clan’s Second Young Master, Xun Yan.

"What 'you'? Nothing left to say, right? Hahaha!" As this person laughed, the others joined in.

Some teachers and classmates, when talking about Zhang Dongfeng with others, wore excited smiles on their faces, as if knowing Zhang Dongfeng was an incredibly glorious thing.

In the evening, Zhang Dongfeng was surprised to find Chen Yiming walking into the dormitory carrying a suitcase. He said the old man at home had given orders that one could not act special while attending a training class and must stay in the Party School’s dormitory.

Sheng Ming stopped and sat on the sofa, pulling Lyu Anru to sit beside him, and took a chocolate bar out of his pocket to hand to her.

"What is it?" The Beast Emperor, being called, instinctively looked left and right, fearing that the creature from the residence might be pursuing it. Seeing that nothing was following, it lowered its head to look at the orc.

So, logic is always relative. However, applying it to Jia Lian’s current situation, she suddenly understood Qu Yuan and Du Mu—that mentality of "everyone is drunk while I am sober." Knowing the ending and one's fate, one is forced to struggle with all one's might, which is undoubtedly extremely painful.

In the Ghost City, the three Ghost Kings all stared at the sky in the distance, which was almost entirely occupied by bronze armor, their faces filled with shock.

Almost simultaneously, two other figures appeared from different directions. Short blades sliced through the void like the blades of the Grim Reaper, striking toward the head and throat of Ye Han respectively.

In that lightning-fast moment, it was enough for Feng Wuhen to act. He formed a hand seal and, combined with the power of his precious sword, struck the dark shadow with thunderous force. The demon’s backside immediately caught fire, and with a "whoosh," it flew out the window.

In his heart, he actually thought that if he could, he would never want to return for the rest of his life. At the very least, as long as Princess Eleven was there, he never wanted to set foot in the capital again.

To be like reality, the alcohol in the game could also make one drunk. It was just that once drunk, the system would automatically provide a prompt with a countdown; once the countdown ended, the character would become sober. It would not cause any actual physical harm.

In the slums surrounding the Temple branch, Chen Tianyu was practicing his cultivation in a cross-legged position. On his leg, an exquisite silver bracelet was slowly emitting a warm glow, seeping inch by inch into Chen Tianyu’s body to nourish his frail frame.

"Where is this? Why am I here? I... who am I?" A whimpering sound came from the depths of the skeleton’s belly. His muscles had long since rotted away, and his vocal cords had decayed for who knows how many years, so he could only produce sound from his abdomen.

"Mo Chuan, you are greedy enough. Not only did you ruin all living things, but you also didn't forget to scheme against me," Qiyun said teasingly.