Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Monster in the Water

The surface of the water in the distance suddenly rippled violently, as if a mysterious and terrifying force were churning beneath the depths.

Zhuang Fan gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.

As the waves churned, a long, black serpentine monster gradually emerged, looming in and out of the murky floodwaters.

"I cannot be entirely certain, but one thing is clear: all of our movements are under their watchful eyes," Nakata continued, adding fuel to the fire, desperate to deflect the blame for their failure.

Seeing this, Zhongli Jin felt her eyes grow moist. She gripped Baili Yi’s hand tightly, only to let go in silent resignation a moment later.

In reality, this residential area had several entrances and exits; the "door" property of this location had effectively ceased to function.

Upon hearing her mention the person in the bathroom, Jiang Weifeng immediately threw the door open. To his surprise, he found two more people inside.

The three had no choice but to get out of the car to investigate, only to discover a serious traffic accident: a passenger bus had overturned into the river by the roadside.

Gu Yueze did not stop walking; he went straight to the other side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

"I want a child born of you, and I want it now." Zhou Zimo, dazed and drifting in a stupor, pulled the quilt over them, completely unaware of his own actions.

"Just leave first," he muttered, restraining himself, terrified that if he lost control, he would force himself upon her without regard for the consequences.

He also found Aunt Yue’s sudden arrival here quite strange. However, she had called Xintong that morning; perhaps she had caught wind of something along the way and managed to track them down.

On the other hand, Zhao Ying’er had become incredibly famous—a meteoric rise that left many other artists and celebrities in the company green with envy.

"The Great Wu Dynasty?" Zhou Yuan nodded. The Great Wu Dynasty was a top-tier power on this vast continent, boasting a flourishing national destiny and countless Origin Masters. Compared to their Great Zhou, it was like a giant standing before a dwarf.

Having said this, Qing Hengzi forced out a few more drops of divine blood. The Demon-Sealing Stele shook violently once more, and after half a moment, the three drops of divine blood broke through the seal and landed on Yi Han.

Recalling that Nangong Ran was burdened by pain, living in exile, and had suffered a rift with her father because of him, Xi Feng grew deeply concerned upon hearing this and pressed for details.

In any case, slaughtering those ordinary ghost cultivators was a trivial matter for them; with a single thought, they could annihilate countless foes within their reach.

Yi Han smiled helplessly. It was clear that the other party had an important operation in mind, given how highly they regarded the old Daoist Jun Cheng. Yet, it seemed they had overlooked him—was he really that incompetent?

The auras of these practitioners, especially those of the level-six practitioners surrounding Xing Lan, were all extremely well-concealed.

"I don't know, but since they can become core members of the Akatsuki organization, their strength must be formidable!" Lin Long said softly, a complex, indescribable emotion stirring in her heart.

Lin Feiyu did not harbor any grand, lofty ideals about worrying for the Great Thousand World, destroying Hell, or saving humanity. He was driven only by the urgency of his mission, stemming from the Prison-Suppressing Bloodline he carried.

"Father, what do you mean by 'everything is over'?" Seeing her father stripped of his usual composure and calm, Pan Lingfeng asked urgently.

The world around them seemed to undergo a transformation at that moment; everything felt different, as if the heavens and earth had been turned upside down, leaving them with an eerie and unsettling illusion.

Thinking of the sleeping postures of Meng Xing and his subordinates in the lobby earlier, Li Yongle decided to find a place to build a home of his own, even though this villa was no different from his own.

He could clearly feel that the entirety of his conviction was being held in someone else's palm. With the slightest pressure, most of the strength in his body would be instantly drained, his soul would be cruelly ripped away, and in the end, nothing would remain but an empty shell, devoid of spirit or soul.