Chapter 27: Survival in Desperation

Sheng Xiayi stood on the street in a state of utter disarray, trembling uncontrollably. Her clothes were in tatters, her hair hung in disheveled strands, and her face was twisted with shame and indignation, her eyes burning with a deep, resentful fire. She glared fiercely at Sheng Xiayan not far away—it was all because of her that she had been reduced to this miserable state! The whispers of the surrounding crowd pierced her ears like needles.

"Sister, the bad man is going to marry Sister Ye Wan," Xun Sha said, bowing her head as her eyes misted over.

"Yun Ao, I think... we had better turn back. Let’s not keep Luo Tian and the others waiting too long; we can come back to investigate another day." Jian Xin swallowed hard, his voice trembling. As someone possessing the formidable aura of the Witch Tribe, there were few things that could frighten him, yet the destructive energy before him made him perceive the scent of death.

"The Human Guardian has already gone to look for him; it should be fine, right?" The Great Prophet’s voice lacked conviction. He remembered clearly the look of terror on the faces of the various tribal guardians when the Lost Desert was mentioned; in the end, they had even refused to enter alongside the Human Guardian, citing that it was not of their kind.

In truth, Jun Buqi was quite helpless. He had originally assumed the power of his Heavenly Tribulation would be at most equivalent to a Golden Core Tribulation; while it consisted of nine stages, he hadn't expected it to be so outrageous.

"It’s alright, don’t worry, Teacher is here!" Jian Qingning consoled Zhao Qinan, then walked over to Zhao Qinan’s mother, knelt down, and reached out to check her breath. Fortunately, there was still air in her lungs. Only after confirming this did Jian Qingning’s tension ease slightly, though when she checked the mother’s pulse, it remained faint.

Hearing that strange voice devoid of any human emotion, Yang Haoxuan felt his head throb with rage.

These methods of mimicking life-forms were derived from various sources; some were learned from animals, others were insights gained from plants. As the types varied, the methods of cultivation naturally differed as well.

Dongfang Ying did not care about such things. Given her capabilities, had she not married Wang Tianqing, the position of the next Clan Leader would have been hers without question, with a level of authority that Wang Tianqing had never even experienced.

Although they had not witnessed the great battle between the Corpse Sister Yun Shang and the Ghost King Yan Gui with their own eyes, they were all aware of it, and had even visited the massive crater that had since formed a large lake in the aftermath.

She looked around and, confirming that Li Chunwang had indeed left, emerged from the restroom. She touched her cheeks with both hands, feeling how hot they were.

With those worries behind him, looking at the opening day's success, even if business were to slow down, it wouldn't be by much. People kept streaming into the supermarket, many of them caught up in the buying frenzy, tossing anything that seemed useful into their baskets as if it cost nothing at all.

Fang Shi was the last to board. Once on board, the ship weighed anchor and left the harbor. The control room designated a coordinate on the satellite map, and the vessel began to navigate automatically. If it were to intersect with another ship’s route or if a large object not marked on the map appeared, the radar would sound an alarm, making constant human supervision largely unnecessary.

This was the reason Jin had returned; with things having reached this point, there was no longer any need for her to remain with the Akatsuki organization.

In the span of a few moments, the branches were covered in green leaves, which looked like jade at a single glance.

The nine veteran reincarnators smiled, their hands gripping the ship’s railing firmly as they saw the joy reflected on each other's faces.

It was like returning to the womb—a fetal state untouched by external factors, untainted by the aura of the mortal world, consuming no grains or common food, relying solely on the placenta for nourishment.

Amidst the chaotic blaze, Li Yaoguang was rescued from the police station. Only after he was placed on an oxygen mask did he calm down. He recalled the interrogation room: the flames and the shockwave had been about to strike him head-on, but when he regained his senses, the room was almost entirely destroyed, yet he remained unscathed, and Li Yan, who had been in the interrogation chair, was gone.