Volume 1, Chapter 35: Cutting Weeds and Pulling Roots

Yet now, if what the Eldest Young Master, Leng Youhan, says is true, then only a little over two months have passed in the outside world, while more than ten full years have slipped away within the Forget-Me-Not Valley.

Sun Fengzhao’s thoughts shifted, and he turned the ring of water before him into a celestial ribbon, circling his body into a ten-zhang-wide vortex. It spun with a piercing whistle, creating a breathtaking spectacle before the waterfall and upon the lake.

"Very well, very well. I shall call no others," Zheng Heng nodded, understanding his meaning.

Mao Yue kept her gaze fixed on Shen Yangyun. From the moment his father began his tirade, the child had retreated into himself, his perception sealed off. With vacant eyes, he neither listened, saw, nor spoke, which pained Mao Yue deeply.

Instantly, the front seat was pierced by an intense, searing heat, causing it to split outward. Thick blood splattered onto the windshield, slowly trickling down like a pair of pale eyes weeping bloody tears.

By now, all the disciples of the Songgao Sect originally on Mount Junji had long since evacuated to a distance of over a thousand miles. Any attendees with low cultivation were being urged by higher-level cultivators to retreat even further.

Upon hearing the news, Xinning defied all objections, insisting on joining the imperial procession. She brought over a dozen servants from the Ling household and followed behind with relief supplies.

"Kaido has completely lost his mind. It seems he encountered some emergency on the Sky Island. He has begun arming his legions and has allied with Blackbeard; it appears he is brewing a war that will shake the world. We know no more than that," Law said with concern.

"To answer Your Highness, it has been over two months, but not yet three, so it is not advisable to move about too much," Ling Xuan replied, appearing quite pleased.

After returning, the girls left So-yeon with a meaningful look before scurrying off to their rooms. So-yeon quickly reached out and caught Bo-ram, who was the slowest of them all.

"The billions of the Demon Race are naturally more formidable!" the father-in-law blurted out without a second thought. In his view, while the leaders of the nine great powers were powerful, they would never dare venture deep into the heart of the Demon Race's lair. Yet, he believed I had destroyed their lair and escaped unscathed, a feat those leaders could never match.

Gripping the scalpel encased in its leather sheath, Ye Cheng felt his strength sublimate infinitely; he could certainly be called a master of combat.

The rows of neatly arranged, flickering lights were like a glimmer of hope in a dark life... ahem, perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration, but for her, having walked for who knows how long, it was indeed a beacon of hope.

King Zhongshan hesitated. He knew of the reinforcements the other party spoke of, for there was only one sect within the borders of the Great Yu Kingdom: the Blood Refining Sect.

However, just as everyone intended to quietly return along the original route, a voice suddenly echoed from within Fire Cloud City.

Among protective spiritual treasures, those like the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Fairy Garment, which could be worn close to the body and remained effective, were the most precious.

A defensive array had been set up around Leisure Island. It not only prevented the secret realm from collapsing but also warded off invaders. It seems Huangpu Qi had put a great deal of effort into crafting this realm.

I truly do not know what Li Hao is thinking. When did I ever say I wanted to work at this company? He is so delusional to think that I would do such a thing.

"Are we starting at the quasi-saint level?" Fragments of the primordial history he had learned in his past life flashed through Shen Gui’s mind, and he began to form vague conjectures.

The members of the Phoenix clan living nearby began to break down, wondering how they were to go on living if things continued this way.

After speaking with Deisler the day before, he had mentioned sending him a mysterious gift. At the time, Deisler could not guess what it was, assuming it was something simple like a pair of sneakers. He never expected that it would be an invitation for his parents to come to Kaiserslautern.

What Chen Xi found particularly unexpected was that the opponent struck without warning, slapping a palm toward him.

The ranks had grown with many new faces. These were not people from the Glory Dynasty, nor were they players from the Darkborn Knights, but rather... members of the Brotherhood! Demon Clothing held the highest rank of 'Legend' within the Brotherhood, making it incredibly easy for him to post quests and recruit wandering players.

Jialan stood up and strode out of the legion, leaving those in the assembly hall to look at one another in confusion, wondering what had happened now.

They came from different provinces, different prefectures, and different states. Each had their own surname and their own story. Yet, they shared one thing in common: they had all participated in the Battle of Tumu Fortress, and they had all experienced life and death.

A darkness fell before him, and Lin Jie’s eyes lost their focus. Even with the protection of the Wolf Soul Necklace, he could see nothing at all.

They naturally knew that the outskirts of the Elite Trial Array were where the natives lived, but they shouldn't have had the ability to enter the array. After all, the purpose of establishing the array in the first place was to drive those natives away.

In other words, he would continue to adhere to Inter Milan's tactics during the match, perhaps with some targeted adjustments, but he would not change too much. After all, the team's style had already formed a tacit understanding; to change rashly would be a great detriment to the team.

He entered a brand-name store that looked quite well-decorated from the outside. Located within a large department store, it sold various Korean designer clothes.

He took one more long look at the smug Alstoria and, thinking of her terrifying, monstrous strength, secretly warned himself never to offend her.

Lin Dong and Zhang Aijing were somewhat familiar with each other. Upon seeing him, a smile bloomed on Zhang Aijing’s face, and her sparkling eyes looked at Yu Luocheng with a hint of curiosity.

On the side of the Heavenly Star Realm, the four great sects had long since joined forces to lay down layers of formations, standing in battle array. The four sects were the Pole Heaven Palace, the Leisure Gate, the Vast Sea Sect, and the Great Void Temple. The Great Void Temple was the only Buddhist tradition in the Heavenly Star Realm, though it was unclear from which Buddha they had inherited their lineage.