Volume One, Chapter 39: A Lifetime Is But Thirty Thousand Days

The very spot where the two collided saw space itself collapse, revealing a gaping void of nothingness. The Sword God of the Dead Sky staggered backward again and again, finally vanishing into the Mystifying Mountain and River Diagram. Although Autumn Wind Chill also suffered a powerful backlash, with a sway of his body, countless celestial patterns lit up, instantly diverting all that force elsewhere.

“I hadn’t expected that after refining the Six Source Divine Stones, your combat strength would become so formidable, so suddenly,” Wang Ling gradually recovered from his fury, his expression returning to calm as he spoke coldly.

Beiming Qingyun remained motionless even as Beiming Ao’s group disappeared from sight. He now understood Beiming Ao’s identity as the master of Death Valley, realizing that only this son could stand alone now.

Thus, he hesitated, sneaking glances at Principal Luo out of the corner of his eye. As expected, her face showed only excitement, longing, anxiety, and anticipation, with not a trace of impatience.

Red Sleeve, however, had never considered hiring a dedicated carriage from beginning to end.

The Ten-Thousand-Fathom Cliff still stood, but the man who had been bound atop it was gone, and iron chains hung broken below.

“Forget it. We can’t do anything about it anyway, so let’s just see what happens next.” Night Chill withdrew his spiritual power with resignation, slowly opening his eyes, just in time to meet Lin Mengxi’s concerned gaze.

As for the Qiao siblings, Qiao Ying’er had always followed her brother’s instructions. Staying by Yun Yanyan’s side was only to protect her, to ensure she wouldn’t truly be harmed by Red Sleeve.

I smiled softly. To a perfectionist and one who believes in genius above all, I don’t have much to say.

“Alright. We’ll leave immediately,” Yin Jiuhan and Jin Buhuan replied at once. Indeed, this was the best way to gain Shi Jue’s trust. Still, the fact that these people had been discovered by Shi Jue gave him a bit of a fright.

“Uncle Ling, at that time I was on this very mountain, learning skills from my adopted father. It was three years of my life,” Long Yang gazed at the now half-shattered peak; it no longer looked as it once had.

Ye Linghan nodded. Indeed, when even beings like gods and demons existed, the existence of dragons was hardly impossible. Perhaps many ancient myths and legends of China could find their origins in that era.

Eagle Invincible’s face changed instantly, and he waved his hand. “No! Go ask Tu Liuchun. He’s skilled at earth evasion, easier to escape, and he’s headed to the Lingyuan Hall’s shop, so he’ll have plenty of storage bags on him.”

Clutching Lin Rou, I carried her into the bedroom. One had to admit, Lin Rou’s room was especially fragrant. The walls were decorated with stickers from Doraemon and Naruto, and on the large bed lay a panda pillow; the sheets were pink, creating a vibrant and youthful atmosphere.

Though it wasn’t yet the Beginning of Winter, the capital’s weather was already quite cold, especially in the mornings.

To him, it was as if this were a slaughter where one would kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own—not just as if; this was truly such a massacre.

Recalling what had happened before, Su Qianqian and Lin Rou still felt lingering fear. It had been so dangerous; these people had appeared suddenly, and before they could react, their bodies had already gone limp and powerless.

Lu Xuan pressed his black sword to the ground, forcing his exhausted, swaying body to remain upright.

As Yun Xuchuan had said, when countless demon butterflies beat their wings in attack, the resulting wind was something a mere mortal like A’bao could not withstand.

The reason the Immortal Paradise of Langyuan was deemed an elixir was because of the ancestral master mentioned by Zhen Yuanzi; the method for becoming immortal left behind required refining living people into pills.

Within the governor’s building in Heavenly Moye City, Flying Cloud and Bombshell met with Dead Lion, who was serving as acting Salas, and from him obtained the plan to escape Cybertron.

In those deeper, darker reaches—vast and unfathomable—countless black worlds spun around him. In this space, Lu Xuan felt as if countless gazes converged upon him, though none were truly distinct.

But Chen Shu was in no hurry; he used all his remaining merit points to buy more than twenty doses of [Favorable Wind Ear Elixir] in one go.

“Zhang Ren! I, Lü Lingqi, swear here and now: I will not rest until the Sichuan army is utterly destroyed!” With these words, Lü Lingqi drew two short blades from her waist and strode step by step toward Zhang Ren’s army. Her crescent halberd was left on the edge of the trap.

“Of course not. What if something unexpected happens...” Her two companions were visibly anxious. After all, they knew nothing about the other party—how could they let Bai Feng venture alone into the tiger’s den?

“Call my name and I will sense it.” The speaker was a young man with features as delicate as jade, his demeanor ethereal as the wind. Especially his eyes—deep and mysterious, as if the entire universe was contained within their depths.

Many people had arrived early, just in time to observe and see if there were any noteworthy opponents, and perhaps gather more information in the process.

Ye Tianxun advanced quickly, and after covering more than a thousand meters, he could barely make out what creature lay ahead. It resembled a scorpion but bore wings and compound eyes—a bizarre creature that, at first glance, looked like an ordinary bird, but the upright, glowing scorpion tail at its rear demanded caution.

They formed a three-layered encirclement. Once the innermost group finished firing arrows, their staggered formation allowed the last row to step forward while the front row raised their strong bows; meanwhile, the rear row had already finished stringing their next arrows. Such disciplined training was far beyond what ordinary assassins could muster.

He glanced over the introduction to the Ascendant level and quickly set it aside—there was no need to study it in detail yet. The most important thing was to focus on preparing for the upcoming battle.

All the money he’d earned from Big Gold Tooth had already been lent to Hu Bayi, which meant he was still penniless. Would he have to go back to selling tapes?

In this situation, if Chengtang could suppress the rebellion, Wen Zhong would gladly die on the spot.

Ji Mingluan was the first to open the scroll, and joy surged in his heart. Yet the others were left stunned.

“I don’t know him!” Shen Mo was about to hang up when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. Why would the caller ask if he knew the deceased?

The secret guard wanted to give chase, but Shen Wei stopped him. “No need. What’s the use of chasing them? Don’t fall into their diversion—just guard the inn and don’t give them a chance.”

The Flying Dragon Squad was stationed in Sudan, and many missions relied on connections. Because Sudan was even more chaotic, their equipment was also better.