Chapter 63: Positive Change

When she returned home from the police station, it was already one in the morning.

The truth had finally come to light, and the true faces of Liang Zhicheng and Han Duoduo were exposed. They promised to testify in court for Yin Nian, confessing that they had fabricated the evidence. Their statements would largely alter the outcome of the lawsuit.

Yin Nian had won.

She had not only claimed the final truth but also regained her family, her parents, and her child.

Yin Nian lay on the vast bed, her eyes half-closed as she gazed up at the ceiling. The bright moonlight spilled in, casting the shadows of the flowers and branches on the balcony onto the ceiling in mottled patterns. A gentle breeze stirred, making the branches tremble, their shadows rippling like water, sparkling and glimmering. Yin Nian felt as if she herself were floating on the surface of a river, utterly relaxed and at ease.

He formed a sign with his fingers, tapping a few points on the array. Finding no sign of attack, he concluded that this was an exit. Thankfully, Qin Tian had mastered the fundamentals of formations, and breaking this sort of restrictive array posed little difficulty for him.

The man’s eyes were like polished black onyx, fixed intently on Su Lingge. His heart was gripped by a dull ache, tormented by Su Lingge’s words. Unconsciously, Helian Chun recalled the life that Zhan Muliang had once described to him—Su Lingge’s world.

Thus, the major tombs in the northeast were almost always built within natural fissures in the mountains, or in underground chambers naturally formed inside the mountains themselves. Otherwise, after diverting the underground water systems, the remaining passages were used to construct the burial chambers.

The burly man’s lips twitched, his brows arching. It was one thing to call him ugly, but now she was saying he was some kind of half-man, half-woman—what did that even mean?

Those who could reach the fifth level to cultivate were all terrifyingly gifted—across the entire Holy Land of Phoenix Feathers, there were fewer than a hundred.

“You lost to him, did you not?” Lei Ming smiled faintly. Around him, arcs of electricity crackled and hissed in the air.

This high-profile clash between Monaco and Lyon drew nearly all of France’s attention. Whenever these two teams met in recent years, sparks always flew, and the matches became the talk of the nation.

And the crystal coffin—its owner, the unseen watcher in the darkness, manipulated everything as if playing with a toy.

Thinking now of what Yuantong had told him, Li Fan suddenly felt how fortunate he truly was. If he hadn’t taken Yuantong’s warning to heart, his attempt at forming the golden core would have certainly failed. Had that happened, it would have taken years to recover before trying again, years that, for Li Fan, would have felt unbearably long.

A parent’s love gives a child a sense of security, something built up steadily over the years of daily life. With words alone, a child might not fully understand—but Lu Bai did not insist.

Xiao Nu bent down to take a closer look, but unexpectedly, the letter that Lin He had entrusted to him earlier slipped from his chest and fell straight into the hole. Xiao Nu reached out in a hurry to grab it, but in that instant, the ant tugging at his pant leg let go, and he lost his balance, tumbling headfirst into the bottomless darkness below.

Lin Tianxuan’s eyes, which had been closed, now opened, shining with golden light that seemed to pierce the heavens. He gazed into the distance; compared to the sunset’s afterglow, that golden brilliance was like the rising sun, cleaving the sky.

He seemed about to unleash his ultimate move—the light around him flickered, and at his summons, more and more skeletons appeared. The uncle didn’t think much of it, his attention shifting to a different target for the moment.

Aunt Yao’s gaze never wavered, as if she had already foreseen Xiao Zhuo’s intentions. She merely parted her lips but made no further attempt to argue.

Even turning back now would consume a formidable amount of energy. After returning, Ye Bai paused, glancing back one final time at the floor. There, in a coffin that had been utterly still, a sound now arose.

“Stop! Fierceness doesn’t suit you—it’s not beautiful.” Li Yunchen immediately dodged aside, then called upon his Daoist power. A few snowflakes gathered at his fingertips and, under a burst of energy, condensed into a single ice flower—pure, flawless, crystal-clear.

As a result, all the cultivators gradually began to distance themselves from White Crocodile Pool. The place, once the center of everyone’s attention, now grew quiet, while on the mountain’s summit, warriors in their respective camps pitched tents and prepared for a long-term standoff, as though they were settling in for a protracted campaign.