Chapter Eighty-Three: Struck by Lightning, Growing Younger
This disturbance simultaneously alarmed Master Daoguang, who was in seclusion. He leapt out, arriving at the end of the Ninety-Nine Steps, stood at the entrance, and gazed into the distant sky. The Ninety-Nine Steps were renowned as a masterpiece precisely for the tens of millions of interlocking illusions within. Even he, a formidable cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage...
Mo Jia looked back and forth at them in confusion, sensing a subtle tension in their relationship.
“Bingxue, how did you get in here?” Seeing Bingxue appear, Bingchen’s brow furrowed instantly, his voice laced with displeasure.
The lights still glimmered behind us, and I could vaguely make out the densely packed, hairy creatures in those glass jars.
Wang Yuyi carried the heads of Li Shang and Li Wei, racing toward the site of Lu Huo’s battle, hoping they hadn’t left yet. If so, all the better.
Hearing Zhao Zhao talk about dying, I felt a twinge of sadness in my heart. How should I put it—deep down, I had already considered Zhao Zhao a friend of mine, Yi Feng.
We groped forward for over twenty meters, and in a thicket we discovered another corpse. Its body had been covered by branches, which was why we hadn’t seen it earlier on the mountain. The clothing was entirely different from the previous two—black jackets and casual trousers.
“What!?” Ye Zhe exclaimed in shock. “Are you saying that unreliable-looking but terrifyingly powerful Guardian was the one who sent us back?” He could hardly believe it. That Guardian named Xiao had beaten them so badly—why send them back? It was strange.
As he spoke, he drew his pistol, the muzzle aimed at Zhou Chao. But Hui Ying stood between them. The mind of Yin Yicheng, who now occupied Zhou Chao’s body, had not yet pulled the trigger—he merely watched coldly.
The southern weather was far hotter than in Shanxi. Though it was past midnight, the tense atmosphere still had us sweating profusely. I listened intently for sounds from the mountain. When would Buddha’s men finally make their move?
Having made up his mind, Wang Yuyi did not act immediately, instead keeping the firethorn demon at a distance from them. Until they realized what had happened here, the moment we raised our blades would be the perfect time.
“Ugh!” The Speedster exited his hyperspeed field. In that instant, he clutched his armored chest, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Her mood relaxed a little. She had been afraid Lin Xinyan would be difficult to get along with, or would look down on her.
Only by pretending to seek an audience with Huang Mingyuan could Lu Shiji visit the Huang household to see his sister, gaining some tidings of their mother for Lu Zhen, and sending her items through their elder brother.
He merely glanced at Su Zhan, signaling him to look behind. Su Zhan understood, checking the rearview mirror—the chilling aura was spreading, filling the entire carriage, and a confrontation was imminent.
In the fourth year of the Daye era, twelfth month, at Tian Nan Port in the Rinan Commandery, Huang Mingcong convened representatives from more than a dozen countries—Panpan, Dandan, Langya Xiu, Gandoli, Suoli, Chitu, Sanfoqi, and others—to establish the Southern Seas Alliance. He called upon all nations to cease mutual hostilities and jointly recognize the Great Sui as their suzerain.
The need for reincarnation was overshadowed by war. If there was not enough food, one would simply starve to death in this life—what hope was there for the next?
“That’s right. Since you said so, there’s nothing I can do. I will never let go.” Origami retained her expressionless demeanor and nodded gently.
Though sealed inside the pill bottle, it still exuded a terrifying aura. A Mother Cloud Pill was considered a near-immortal elixir—if a Dao Lord could produce one, it indeed spoke to Qi Xuanyi’s extraordinary nature.
“Impossible, isn’t it? There are over ten million people here! Would they really abandon so many? Aren’t they afraid of being condemned by the masses?” Watt exclaimed in astonishment.