Chapter 65: A New Comprehension, Nourishing the Soul!

"Mom, you're awake!"

Seeing that Erlong's mother had completely regained her senses, Jiang Beibei finally let go of the anxiety that had been weighing on her heart.

Carelessly wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she burrowed into her mother's arms like a little fish, holding her tight, terrified that the moment she let go, her mother would plunge back into the whirlpool of agony.

"You silly child..."

Held in this manner, Liu Erlong was momentarily at a loss for words. Her words of concern choked in her throat several times, but she ultimately failed to voice them.

Mother and daughter...

Everyone felt a tingling sensation across their scalps. The Celestial Temple was truly colossal; this was merely one-eighth of its entire area, yet it was already as vast as a fortified city.

Putting down my phone, I took a deep breath. Lately, I had come to terms with things: what was bound to come would eventually arrive, and running away was no solution. Besides, Yushu and the others were all away from my side; if I didn't step forward to meet the challenge head-on, they would never return.

"Very well, let us go to the main hall and wait," Ye Xuan commanded, and everyone in the courtyard instantly rose to their feet, following her toward the main hall.

The golden divine dragon's head soared toward the heavens, its massive serpentine body lunging forward as its head breached the firmament, while a sky-covering dragon claw simultaneously pressed down upon that god-like stature which propped up the skies.

"Why didn't you properly conceal yourself before entering Muria City like this?" Eurystheus looked at Ye Huan and asked, considering how Ye Huan had walked right into Gomorrah without making any preparations whatsoever.

Yet the Guanghan Palace shared the same flaw as the Mu family—a scarcity of external collateral relatives, making their overall strength far weaker than several of the other prominent houses.

"That monster? What on earth is it?" Calvert stared fixedly into Ye Huan's eyes, unable to hold back the question.

Seated to the left and right were the strikingly handsome Donghuang Taiyi and the River Styx Patriarch, who likewise wore flowing black hair.

Dong Zhuo looked at Liu Xie at that moment; although still young, the boy already exuded a certain sovereign demeanor. At a glance, he carried an extraordinary presence and truly looked the part—quite impressive indeed, given his tender years.

Yet in less than thirty breaths of time, while executing his swordplay, Ye Xingchen had cleanly slain seven martial artists possessing cultivation at the ninth tier of the Transcendent Realm.

Those individuals, much like Yao Yuankun, were dressed in plain clothes and happened to have left their identification documents with their attendants. Accustomed as they were to throwing their weight around, a few discordant words soon escalated into a heated quarrel.

Tian Yi abruptly turned her head, casting a cold gaze at the four bodyguards rushing toward her. Cursing them internally for courting death, she clenched her hands into tight fists, intent on striking them down with thunderous swiftness.

With a cheerful smile, she scooped up a bowl of congee, took a spoonful into her mouth, and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mom's cooking is still the best. The food made by the servants at home just lacks that genuine taste of home."

Unable to approach the stone pillar, Jiang Hai released his spiritual perception. Although the God of War's ruins suppressed spiritual power, they did not completely seal it off. With Jiang Hai's Void-tier spiritual power, pushing past a two-kilometer radius was more than effortless.

Xia Haoran had no idea that because of a single phone call from Zhang Chuan, in a bid to curry favor with him, the entire Shuntong dealership had been turned upside down, leaving the numerous employees exhausted and harboring quiet resentment.

As actors, all of them had flown on airplanes before, but such a luxurious private suite was beyond anything they had ever imagined. After overcoming her initial awkwardness, seeing that Li Chen was paying little attention to her, Rosamund Kwan let her guard down, touching this and pinching that, acting entirely like an inquisitive child.

Regardless of how it came to be, starting eight years ago, the Xuan family attained staggering wealth and forged the legendary tale of a celestial dynasty's aristocratic clan rising with meteoric speed.

Seeing the grave expression on Chang Ning's face, none of them dared to step out of line. Banter was banter after all, but tasting the sting of being publicly spanked by Chang Ning was no pleasant experience.

Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what flavor you're going to get next. Even Li Chen, reborn with his soul intact, could only act as a switchman at the forks of destiny, diverting the train of fate—whose destination was already known—onto a different track. As for this new track, whatever hardships lay ahead, even the switchman himself could not foresee.