Volume One, Chapter 34: Ignited Spirits

Awei grew more agitated as he spoke, and by the end, tears were rolling in his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment if he lost control. He forced a smile at Qin Zhiyi, but his bloated, distorted features made Qin Zhiyi feel a wave of nausea. The refugees glanced at the Sword Gate, seeing that no pursuers appeared. They wondered whether the gate had deliberately let them go, or if the Sword Gate was simply unaware of their escape. Their disappointment perhaps stemmed less from failing to find the legendary Loulan Armed Forces, and more from the sense that they had been deceived by this legend. Did an era truly exist that could annihilate the Darkspawn, or was it just a myth invented by powerless ancestors who could not resist the Darkspawn themselves?

Cheers erupted from below—beasts who had earlier felt dejected over Azure’s loss were now rejoicing. Passing through that place would require cunning—they could not face these monsters head-on, nor were they their match. Before them soared a skyscraper, towering like a mountain peak, its upper stories vanishing into the clouds above. He had originally believed that his relationship with Sun Xiuying was nothing more than mutual exploitation, that after marrying her into his household, as long as he did not touch her, he would not be betraying Qin Zhiyi.

Jin Ning slashed straight for Olsen’s face, but Olsen only laughed softly and parried the blow, seeing clearly that Jin Ning’s composure was lost. “Yes, General. Shall we send someone over now, detain these Mo Xing diplomats on charges of crimes against humanity, and seize their transport?” the adjutant suggested respectfully after a moment’s thought.

Fei Lingpeng stood dumbfounded, unsure how to respond. The memorial ceremony had been arranged by the Military Commission; the Chairman and the Commander-in-Chief had both spoken—who would dare say they were dissatisfied? Yet the principal’s tone suggested otherwise, as if he was not content.

I lay in a pitch-black coffin, my body submerged in some unknown red liquid. The room was dim, and the sun might only just have risen.

It had to be said—the flesh of the pseudo-core demon beast was truly delicious. Though no seasoning was added, making it neither sweet nor salty, neither sour nor spicy, its rich energy and fresh, fragrant taste were the pinnacle of flavor. Any added spice would only ruin its natural savor, diminishing it. After listening, Lu Fei fell into contemplation. From Wu Tian’s account, he could almost confirm that the murderer of Wu Junxuan and Old Huang was certainly an ancient martial artist; of course, it was also possible they were a cultivator.

Jaximen was shameless enough, yet, compared to Lu Fei, he now felt he was not shameless at all. Lin Tao’s mind raced with countless thoughts; he instinctively turned to look at Wang Feng, whose brows were tightly knitted, his eyes darting, a look of struggle and distress on his face, sweat beading on his forehead.

It was clear that Master Zhang did not wish to fight any longer. Now that the crisis on Mount Dragon and Tiger was resolved, he too wanted a few days of peace. “Things look grim—Batian and his party were most likely devoured,” said a player named Darkweaver at the front, worry in his voice.

With the vast spoils from the Deification World, Chen Mo returned to the Martial World Sect and explained things to his many wives. He withdrew from the sect, even postponing his wedding night with Ao Qingxin. Lin Tao wanted to buy in bulk, but in this world, since storage bags could not prevent the loss of talismanic power, most people would never purchase in quantity. Buying recklessly would draw too much attention, for the order in this world was still quite stable; behaving conspicuously would only risk exposing his secrets.

From afar, heads poked out of car windows, iron rods and machetes glinting in the sunlight. Confronted by the bandit chief’s pleas for mercy, Han Feifei remained unmoved. To show mercy to such villains was cruelty to the innocent. With a cold laugh, she delivered a fierce kick to the chief’s backside, sending him screaming through the air.

The old man ceased resisting with magic power; instead, he simultaneously summoned ten top-grade celestial artifacts—five for defense, five to strike back at the tribulation lightning. After making his decision, Liu Mang’s figure traced a curve through the night before slipping silently through a window. Concealing his presence, he spread his senses throughout the darkness.

The five totems seemed to embody the five strongest powers; then, all at once, they merged into Liu Mang’s body. “Village Chief, Lucifer is…” In the confusion, a flash of white light blazed, filling his vision—just as when he had fled the cave, that beam of white light marked the exit. If only he could escape into it, he would be free at last.

Still, with the Filth God’s house standing here as a facade, it should suffice. Though the Filth God had only built a wooden house, it was beautifully crafted. Hopefully, he was home—then, all that remained was to wait for him to act. After the congratulatory ceremony, everyone celebrated, dancing and drinking until the festivities ended at ten that night.

“What are they eating?” As the lighting in the hall brightened, Feng Yao could make out the changes in the room. Forcing himself to stay alert, Lucifer propped himself up, staggering to his feet. His mind was a haze—above him, a scorching sun blazed, while icy waves crashed over his feet, fire and ice alternating in torment.

Muyang hadn’t seen the Brown Fatebearer in some time; the last time had been in the mountains, observing withered grass bearing the same color of fate. He had remembered it well, keeping watch for that hue ever since. When they set out again, a dozen luxury cars were loaded before they reluctantly departed.