Chapter Seventy-Seven: Nightmare

Soon, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of food. It had to be admitted that Shen Luo’s culinary skills had become ever more refined. The wild boar was roasted to perfection—crispy on the outside, tender and juicy within, its meat delicious and brimming with spiritual energy.

After master and pet devoured half a wild boar leg between them, Shen Luo deftly produced a silk handkerchief, using it to…

Wuchang was already terrified out of his wits. Inch by inch, he edged toward the entrance of the tomb chamber, desperate to dart up the steps and flee. This grim, chilling burial place was somewhere he never wished to set foot in again.

Seeing this, Song Ziyang was somewhat surprised. This fellow had sought him out for trouble before; even though Qingtian had sent him away, surely he couldn’t have forgotten even him, could he?

At these words, everyone’s expressions changed—some in relief, others darkening in dismay. The ones who felt fortunate were the five chief gods: the White Emperor, the Emperor Yao, the Emperor Shun, Ananda, and Rahula.

Gu Xiyu looked on in confusion but obediently closed her mouth. Ye Qingning, however, understood Ye Qinglan’s intent perfectly, raising her brows ever so slightly.

Li Tian, who had been watching Linghu Yu intently, also saw the hesitation flicker in Linghu Yu’s eyes.

Li Bo had never cultivated, but he was the richest man in Shunyang City. With his wealth and arrogance, he kept a number of martial artists in his employ, making him someone few dared to offend.

Han Xue was stunned, staring at Lin Doukou in a daze. After a long moment, she murmured, “Doukou, what’s wrong?”

Panic was spreading through the cultivation world, a dread welling up from the depths of everyone’s hearts. Forget shattered earth—back in the ancient days, the mightiest shamans could pulverize the land with a single blow.

No one could have imagined that Lord Daotuo’s general, Ming He, would cross a staggering 180 light-years to break into the heart of the Horsehead Empire. And all for the sake of his brother, Wuchang.

Consort Zheng lay on her bed, her face as pale as death and her breathing faint. The bruises around her neck, unmistakably left by some cord, were a horrifying sight.

“Even if we just drank together, I’m still far from being the killer, aren’t I?” Song Kaishun insisted, his resentment unabated.

As he spoke, Li Nan’s figure flickered and, with a single leap, he landed atop the cab of the truck. The remaining two zombies collided with each other from opposite sides.

Even if Lorath were to marry into the royal family and the future children took the Targaryen name, this union would not bring shame.

Li Nan took a cigarette from Han Guang and put it in his mouth. Han Guang then fished out a lighter and held it to Li Nan’s lips.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m one of the Nightless Sky as well. I’ve just been in another part of the Ancient Realm. Now I need to join up with them…” Gu Yanyi sensed Nan Liumo’s spiritual fluctuation and was inwardly astonished, hastening to explain.

Yuan Hongjian sat there with a smile, but in his heart, he grew more wary of Wang Peng. For all the mayor’s youth, he was by no means simple.

Before leaving, Jing Moxuan intended to say a word to Huangfu Xi, but Qian Ruoruo wouldn’t even spare Huangfu Xi a glance—she brushed right past him, intent on departing.

Did Sun Wukong use the Ruler of the Great Yu to scoop the moon from the sea? The fish tribe’s army was routed, the turbid waves billowed skyward! The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas soared aloft, rushing to the Jade Emperor to file their complaint! The Jade Emperor declared that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had already leapt beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements! Back when he stirred up havoc in Heaven, even the Buddha himself was alarmed! Then, he was pinned under Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years?

Qian Ruoruo simply took a quick shower. Since Uncle Sun was present, she couldn’t go to dinner in a bathrobe, so she changed into a set of cotton loungewear instead.

This medical storeroom was essentially a repository for old or outright scrapped medical equipment. Zhang Li and the others followed Li Nan to the outer door of the medical storage room.

When Lei Xiu stepped closer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Ye Lan had only bumped her head during the fall. Though she was bleeding, the injury did not seem too serious.