Volume One, Chapter 47: Restoration of the Empire?

The collapse of civilization perhaps only requires a dozen days of unmanaged chaos, or perhaps merely the complete degradation of ethics and morality.

Stepping into the Wangwangfa Supermarket and taking that very first look, such was Qi Fengling’s immediate reaction.

The once neat, orderly, clean, and dazzling array of supermarket complexes had long since vanished. Although the interior was not as desolate as the outside, it was likewise filled with chaos.

Originally, Qi Fengling had wanted to investigate just what kind of big shot could have occupied the entire supermarket complex! But now? There was no need to inquire; it was already self-evident.

Raising her gaze, Qi Fengling could see a few blood-stained characters scrawled across the wall right in front of her: "Mayor Zhu Yong, long li..."

"Because the two demon clans never hunt this beast, they were unaware of this matter. A qualified magic crystal takes approximately ten years to form, and gluttonous beasts are naturally fond of freedom; captivity will inevitably cause them to pine away and die. They can only be acquired by hunting individuals of appropriate age. Of course, I, Bai Moge, am not such a cruel and lawless fellow."

A moment later, that chaotic aura vanished without a trace. Right before Hongjun and Luodi, an ancient and majestic high platform abruptly appeared. Divided into a total of forty-nine layers, a single stone stairway led directly to the summit. Li Song could see it clearly: the steps numbered precisely three thousand.

Although Zhao Wancheng's explanation was bizarre, it was also logical and reasonable, causing those standing nearby to suddenly understand.

As he uttered these words, his dark eyes swept across Mu Lingge and the other four one by one. Seeing both Song Yi and Xue Zimo nod, he excitedly rubbed his hands together.

"Brother, there is no need to make things difficult for the Prince anymore. After all, it was the Prince who saved my life." Nan Shixiuer spoke pleadingly from the bed on behalf of Bai Mingyuan.

"Uncle, is everything at home well? If I weren't so busy, I'd really miss Second Grandpa, Grandma, and the others!" The arrival of the experts and equipment relieved Nianzu somewhat, giving him the leisure to chat with Xiao Guohua and the others about household matters.

With Undefeated helping him draw out the berserk battle qi, he understood the physical condition of this ancient Behemoth elder inside and out.

Daoist Yunlei's sarcastic and barbed remarks instantly painted the old Demon Emperor as a cunning and deceitful figure. The human cultivators, who had previously feared that the barrier protecting the World-Suppressing Array would be shattered by the old Demon Emperor, also cast aside their terror, comforting themselves with the thought that this was merely a trick of the old Demon Emperor.

Proceeding further along the Beijing-Shenyang Expressway, traversing Jinling and Jinzhou! Darkness had already fallen, and by the time they reached their residence in the provincial capital, the streetlamps were just beginning to light up.

After the Medicine Buddha died and reincarnated into Bodhidharma within the netherworld hell, Dipamkara became the fourth-ranking figure in Buddhism. This time, sending his disciple Li Jing to carry out such a scheme of assassination—only to lose the bait without catching the fish—truly caused Saints Jieyin and Zhunti to lose face in the Zixiao Palace.

However, matters unfolded entirely beyond expectations, though Lidao was still unaware of it at present.

Hmph... The moment he caught sight of the phantom, Han Chen let out a cold snort, pushing the Deity Refining Art to its absolute limit, and a powerful surge of soul energy lashed forward in the blink of an eye.

"I won't take it; it's just a friend. He probably wants to talk to me about life," Meng Zixuan said with a smile. She was extremely pretty when she smiled, just like the day Yang Fan had met her at the convenience store.

The will of revenge finally freed the youth from the grief of losing his dearest kin. A chilling, gloomy light gleamed along the metal blade of his longsword; every muscle in his distorted face twitched as he stared fixedly at Gross, the flames burning brightly in his eyes, wishing nothing more than to immediately thrust the sharp blade in his hand into his enemy's chest.

"Condolences!" Han Chen helped Xuanyuan Yingji straighten up and patted her shoulder. He glanced at Xuanyuan Yingji and the massive corpse of the Xuanwu opposite them. With a nod from Xuanyuan Yingji, Han Chen raised his hand and swept the corpse of the Xuanwu into the boundary pearl space.

Pondering slightly for a moment, Shinano decisively shook her head to banish the thoughts of the stubborn ship's self-scuttling from her mind, casting her gaze toward Feiyu. Now was not the time to be dwelling on such things; faced with this loli-sized land-based heavy artillery position, even Fleet of Fog warships could not afford to be careless.

Every single one of these things, if broken down individually, was sufficient to evolve into a profound and unfathomable field of study.

Whether it was the six beast kings or the dense swarm of fierce beasts, all of them roared with excitement as they retreated backward.

The old woman's face was covered in aged wrinkles, yet she appeared full of spirit. Staring fixedly at the suspicious Noah before her, the old woman's vicissitudes-filled tone was laced with anger, as if she and Noah had known each other for a long time.

Yet he was not discouraged; after all, there were only one hundred desert stars in the entire simulation domain, and the one he had found earlier must simply have been a result of sheer good luck.

The doorbell rang for a long time before the door was cracked open an inch. Chu Tianhong pushed the door open to see Song Yujia hurriedly returning to the kitchen, utterly lacking the excitement and joy of a long-awaited reunion.

"Young Master Wu is being too modest. Ye Ziyu is merely an ordinary cultivator; he is truly unworthy of a personal invitation from you," Ye Dabei said coldly, looking at the brocade-robed man.

"Humph!" Feeling the strange transformation within his body, Lu Qingyu's brow instantly furrowed tightly, and then two peculiar rays of light shot from his eyes.

"I cannot tell you the source of the intelligence, but it is absolute truth." The system had no reason to suddenly fabricate a quest to fool her.

Hearing Eric's words, Chen Daxi lowered her head and bit her lip. When she raised her head again, her face was instantly plastered with a polite smile.

Nanyazi’s demeanor reached a state of madness, his black hair flying wildly like a descending demon, his hands gripping the profound yellow great sword tightly as he slashed downward.

Upon hearing this, Wang Donglou stood up, bowed to express his gratitude to Wang Zhonglei and Yue Longtian, and then excitedly departed.

Psychologically, Master Jin desperately wanted to claim the Blood-Refining Pool as his own, but the reality was that he simply lacked the ability. Due to the exclusion of the Flower Demon King and the Blood-Drinking King, even the confidants of the Wandering Fire King were unable to use the Blood-Refining Pool, let alone anyone else.

Where there was a first, there was a second. The Three Heroes of Taihu closely followed and charged out as well. As soon as they cleared the range of the suction force, the four of them lunged toward Xia Tian, only to be delayed by Xia Tian's divine abilities.

"Haha, so it is Brother He. Now that the fierce bandits have been eliminated, I wonder what your plans are next?" Kong Fang's eyes rolled as he sat directly on the blood-soaked ground.

Xiao Yan returned to the location where Ling Shuiyue was temporarily staying. It had now become a place of complete harmony. The former people of the Wind Tomb, no longer needing to deliberately conceal themselves, had become harmonious and cheerful. Coupled with Feng Feiyang telling them a bit about the Wind Tomb, each and every one of them harbored the hope of one day returning home.