Chapter 32

Yun Qianling was well aware that this was a perilous path, yet after listening to everything Su Jue had to say, she had long since steeled herself. The moment Su Jue’s voice faded, a figure emerged from the shadows. He possessed a refined and graceful appearance, holding a folding fan, clad in pristine white robes, and exuding the aura of a humble gentleman. By the sound of his voice, it was clearly the same person who had called out twice just moments before.

A golden core appeared from nowhere above Su Jue’s head, circling continuously.

Since it was an abdication, in a certain sense, Xiao Meiniang remained the Empress, or if not Empress, then Empress Dowager.

Looking at the ghastly wound that had nearly severed Xu Jinsong’s body in half, Xu Nuo was momentarily at a loss for words.

Although he did not know the exact location of the opposing jungler, Chen Nan knew he was surely lurking near the mid-lane, ready to assist the duo at any moment.

The dilapidated dirt path ended abruptly here, replaced only by two iron chains swaying in mid-air.

He knew well that he had not been entirely idle; he estimated that Bai Jiaren’s emotional instability was likely caused by him, and now he was simply suffering the consequences of his own previous actions.

The daughter of the former richest man was a mistress he was currently keeping, destined only to add a more vibrant, decadent hue to his private life of revelry.

Once upon a time, Xia Xingyue had also wanted to forge a career of her own, yearning for the admiration of thousands to satisfy her spiritual needs.

The struggle for the throne had been perilous; had it not been for Yang Dongting risking his life to protect his master at the final moment, the Emperor would not be sitting on the dragon throne today, pointing out the landscape of the realm.

Having served each other for nearly twenty years, how could the Emperor fail to understand the clear subtext in the man’s words? The smile on his face faded slightly as he indifferently turned the prayer beads in his hand.

Just as the lake water was about to submerge Meng Zhijin’s chin, she suddenly felt her body lighten—someone had pulled her up.

Link did not need to think twice to know that the creature must have been attacked by some carnivorous predator.

Among the thousands of cultivators in the world, who does not wish to achieve enlightenment, break through, and step into the realm of the Celestial? Yet Zhang Yi, known to the world as a "Celestial," preferred to walk the earth in the guise of a mortal.

Of course, if both sides were to array their forces and fight by the book, the Zhongwu Army would not necessarily hold much of an advantage.

He looked at his lively friend before him and recalled the days they had spent hunting together; his antennae slowly lowered.

Having multiple skills provides multiple paths; one overt, one covert, one conventional, one unconventional—diversified development is never a mistake.

Li Guanyi was currently deducing the Four Symbols Sealing Formation alone. With dragons roaring and tigers snarling, the four spirits constantly shifted positions, utilizing the principles of the Five Elements’ mutual generation and restriction to assist the Fire Qilin’s transformation, keeping its true spirit immortal and unchanging while the cycle of the Five Elements continued.

She set the bag aside, then shuffled off in her slippers, the "patter-patter" sound echoing as she ran toward the dining room.

"Niannian," Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang called out to Mi Bai, pulling her over to sit on the sofa nearby.

This gesture drove the two beauties nearly to madness. Li Lihong, in particular, spent a long time admiring herself in the mirror, showing signs of narcissism and self-admiration, before finally tearing herself away to give Jia Xingxing a massive, joyous hug.

As for the scoundrel type, Ouyang Pengcheng considered himself an absolutely honest man who would never dare to seek pleasure among flowers and willows.

"Things that do not belong to the Demon Realm should not remain here. Anything belonging to the Asura should be reclaimed, should it not?" Liuli asked calmly.

Wei Chunxiao was overjoyed: I truly am capable; with just a few words, I’ve convinced this beautiful girl to carry me along. Perhaps his smile was too detestable, as the girl shot him a glare, took down a basket to carry on her back, and took hold of a sickle.

"And then?" Tengtang Chaxiang had actually heard a bit about what happened back then, and she asked anxiously. If they had a bond forged in life-and-death, her grandfather’s request surely wouldn’t be refused, right?

Taibai was slightly stunned, then offered a bitter smile. Uncertain how to respond, he shoved his phone into his pocket.

Fu Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't Tan Xia. If it were her, I really wouldn't know what to do." She suddenly thought of the Soul-Suppressing Tree; come to think of it, they were the ones who had released it. No wonder the Holy Emperor suspected Mei Yan of being the Demon Lord. Fortunately, Mei Yan was not, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Qingming’s eyes lit up; this was indeed a way. He looked at Yun Li, thinking: I am less composed than she is, becoming restless instead. He quickly stood up, rushed into the room, changed his clothes, and ran out the door.

The Demon King also produced a pitch-black bead. As both exerted their power, the two beads began to rotate around the spatial tunnel. The tunnel was already open; as long as the God King and the Demon King exerted their power simultaneously, they could seal the entrance.

Zhou Tangtang saw a row of white, single-story bungalows halfway up the mountain, with a fence encircling them. The area was vast, and she had no idea where the boundaries actually lay.

The Five Great Poison Kings didn’t even need to turn their heads to know who these two were—the twin Ghost-Eyed Beasts, the generals guarding the fourth and fifth gates of the Dead Pass, who had also been the most defiant enemies of the Yin-Yang Great Demon God during the ancient era.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Luotian. The Ancestor has ordered me to wait for you here. Please follow me." Before the Mountain and River Palace, a cultivator of the Sima clan bowed to Luotian, then turned and walked into the palace.