Seventeen thousand and seventeen

On the first page, a black iron gate appeared before him. The entire door was pitch black, bearing the marks of a thousand years—pitted and rusted—but due to its special material, even after a millennium, it remained intact.

“No, Master! Please hear me out! I was just joking with you. The stuff online is all nonsense; how could you take it seriously?” Lele said as she backed away.

Since Yang Guang had spoken first, Zhou Luo found it difficult to disobey orders. Early the next morning, after preparations, he accompanied Yang Guang’s party alone out of the city towards Mount Tiantai.

The Northern Wasteland was a barren expanse devoid of any vitality; not even the hardiest wild grass could grow there. The Immortal Tomb was overwhelmingly powerful, opening only every ten thousand years.

At this moment, the fire in the furnace had long since extinguished. Inside the yurt, the air was as cold as snow, and the cave was similarly frigid.

Twenty meters away, a ceramic figure suddenly appeared above Jiang Wangyue’s head, clutching a spear with both hands and aiming a crushing blow at his skull.

Guo Jie paused briefly, then continued: “The two Party B construction companies have amassed rich experience in construction and management over the years. The company boasts large-scale, internationally advanced modern equipment, cultivating a world-class technical team.”

“Commander, my subordinates from Erxianshan sought out Master Luo, but the mountain child said he has already been invited out of the mountains. We don’t know where he is now,” Yan Qing reported to Ying Quan.

Countless epochs had passed since Pangu created the heavens and earth. The primordial world now teemed with myriad tribes: the strongest were the Golden Crow Tribe from the Sun Star, the Asura Demons of the Blood Sea, the Wu Tribe of Mount Buzhou, the Huaxu people beneath Buzhou Mountain, as well as the Phoenix, Dragon, and Qilin tribes, among others.

The young Taoist in white robes was extraordinary—upright and serene, yet his aura was icy. Gone was the madness; in its place lay a detached indifference.

Nie Rong was merely a realm master, but as a four-star member, it meant he possessed at least the power of an invincible king.

Now, about ten meters above the ground, dozens of thick, broken iron chains hung naturally. After careful observation, Liao Dongfeng suddenly understood the purpose of the chains and the circular lock plates.

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At the moment Su Yan was about to kiss Lin Hualou, the furious roar of the Sword Saint suddenly echoed in Su Yan’s mind.

“Plan complete, what are you staring at?” Paluqiya asked puzzled, noticing Lucario’s gaze.

During lunch, the man placed dishes on the extended dining table. After a long wait, the fragrant food filled the air, yet the table remained empty.

Days passed, and Shan Zi’s condition improved noticeably. Although his wound hadn’t healed, it was gradually scabbing, and his spirit brightened.

Invisible threads clung to the longsword as if magnetized. Lin Jing lightly flicked his hand, severing all the threads simultaneously.

“Wait, are you... the green caterpillar that defeated Larulas?” I exclaimed in surprise. Had the green caterpillar become enlightened?

“That, I believe,” Xiaoyaozi nodded. Regarding the great war erupting in Youzhou, although unaware of the specifics, he could guess the cause. He realized that planning to kill the top experts from Bibo Mansion and the three sects there was unrealistic.

What conditions produce an existence without shadows? It’s simple: absolute darkness. In perfect darkness, shadows have nowhere to hide.

“Idiot, I only said she was the Kunlun fairy, when did I say she was Su Yumou?” someone angrily retorted.

Mu Chendong decided to enter and look around. If he were the sect leader of the Black Sect, he would surely choose the seat with the best view in the restaurant, overseeing the entire scene. No matter what happened at the concert, it would escape his notice.

Chen Teng’s expression hardened as he sensed the terrifying power behind Leo’s attack. Even an innate martial arts master couldn’t withstand it.

Zhou Kai smiled broadly, “See?” The old and young were on a transoceanic call. Zhou Kai had endured immense pressure; now, eager to vent, he disregarded the exorbitant phone bill, chatting away for over ten minutes.

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“Hello, my name is Nuan Yang. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Zhao Nuan Yang greeted with a gentle smile, her voice clear and melodious.

Though his time as an instructor was brief yet memorable, Ji Da had wasted a day. He longed to advance to star rank.

Though the Guiyuan Pills were valuable, to Chen Teng, they were nothing. His spatial ring held over a dozen bottles.

Upon hearing this, Qiuchen’s heart tightened as the ancient bell he wielded began to tremble violently. Waves of sound radiated outward, crashing toward the tentacles.

Qin Fengming stared into his eyes, filled with disappointment, dissatisfaction, pain, and struggle, leaving Ma Zhe speechless and lowering his gaze.

Ma Zhe was at a loss and dragged his luggage into the airport, only to hear someone shout excitedly: “Ma Zhe!”

The man in shattered battle armor raised his spear, blocking the brutal force of the Terra Stone Greatsword.

Two shadowy halves fell to the ground, twitching continuously. Their long bodies twisted like earthworms.

One hundred seventy soldiers formed the backbone of a force that could arm at least three thousand.

Unexpectedly, after a brief phone call, Qin Xi’s expression darkened.