Chapter 71: Shopping
"Fortune-teller," Lin Yu murmured softly.
He had no idea who this fortune-teller was, or if his predictions were truly so accurate. All he knew was that Lin Shiyun claimed the man had foreseen a great calamity befalling the Lin family—and the tragedy had indeed occurred. The fortune-teller had also declared that Lin Yu would survive a great danger and fortune would follow.
More than twenty years had passed since the massacre. If that calamity was the disaster...
The reason Shagen and Zhang Haotian named their plan "Changing the Heavens" was precisely because they intended to overturn the very order of the Supreme Hao World—to bring about a revolution so profound that the world would be utterly transformed, fulfilling Shagen's "Sage's Dream."
After the myriad spirits had converged, Shangguan Zhi and his companions noticed this and regained control of the carriage. The vehicle, after all, had been seized by the Lingguang Sect from the Cardinal Hall and required neither horses nor oxen—just a bit of soul power to propel it forward endlessly.
The Sacred Sword radiated supreme majesty, as if the legendary blade had awoken once more. Countless beams of holy light converged upon it, and at the tip shimmered a unique hue they had glimpsed before.
"I refuse to believe anyone can command two kinds of spirit fire at once. If that's not cheating, what is?" The Liang brothers sneered.
Watching Li Haoqiang stand completely motionless, his body apparently unfazed by pain and his lips even lifting in a faint smirk, she was filled with confusion—this had been her all-out strike.
At last, after running breathlessly down the mountain, he came to a sudden halt, bracing his hands on his knees and bending over to gasp for air. As he looked up between ragged breaths, he sensed that something here was amiss.
This was the one treasure everyone knew of, and yet, paradoxically, the one treasure no one could ever open. All were aware that it required the bloodline of a true deity to unlock, but that bloodline had vanished from the world.
Chu Tianze understood—Chu Ziqing was the key person, the one the higher realm had been watching all along.
Take, for example, the scene that had just occurred: vanishing and reappearing in an instant, suddenly materializing behind you—such movements left no room for defense.
Seeing that everyone was wholly absorbed in refining spiritual sap, Li Zhiyuan too began to absorb it, employing spirit-linking techniques.
The canyon was indeed tranquil. Ordinary, even. As unremarkable as any other gorge in the mundane world.
Now that Journey to the West and the Age of Desolation were intertwined, there was no doubt that the world's power scale would be elevated dramatically.
Even so, many still strove desperately to become advanced warriors. The most essential factor in this pursuit was none other than the matter of rewards.
"Three days ago, I found you dead drunk at a tavern and carried you home!" the crown prince said with utter nonchalance.
There was no suspense—his mercenary group had been completely annihilated, and only he had managed to escape in the end.
Mission objective: Venture into the eastern forest, locate those marauding bandits, defeat them, and bring them under your command.
"By the holy decree of His Majesty!" Ni Weiwei bowed low, nodded to the two mermaid sisters, Pearl and Zhenzhen, as well as two other maids nearby, and together invited Shui Linglong to proceed toward the inner palace chambers.
In the next instant, He Yi, Guiguzi, Luan Yue, and others each produced a city-return scroll, crushed it, and vanished from the Ninefold Skies map.
A cold sharpness flashed in Ili'ao's eyes. He saw clearly that he himself had retreated nearly twenty paces, while Duan Ke had yielded fewer than ten. He was clearly outmatched in strength. Shaking the numbness from his fist, he tightened his grip and charged forward with a roar.
Even on the Chinese Star, a lizardman would weigh at least a hundred catties. Coupled with their natural strength and momentum, their impact could easily exceed a thousand catties. Such an assault should have been unstoppable on the Chinese Star—yet his opponent had met it with just one finger.