Chapter 131: Lord of Nightmares

Moonlight, like frost, lay flat upon the vast and boundless snowfield. The demi-humans crossed the tundra, migrating through the night to a different cavern.

A herd of reindeer huddled in the dark cave, enclosed by walls of stacked stone, sleeping quietly on the dry grass. Dozens of reindeer snuggled together, packed so tightly that their antlers intertwined and layered, resembling another low-lying forest—only in this forest, every branch was connected to a warm, living breath.

Across from him, hearing the words of his senior fellow monk, Shen Wuhun thrust his hands out swiftly, intending to unleash the Finger of Emptiness once more.

On the wooden platform, hearing the two exchange words, Mu Yingxue kept her beautiful eyes fixed on Wuchang. Her gaze was filled with anxiety, yet she could not speak.

Although Ailu had bolstered himself, he still had a long way to go before he could pierce through his own divine armor.

Luo Shulian’s gaze, brimming with hatred, continued to glare at him. She gritted her teeth and said, "So, you knew everything all along..." She had no desire to ask him how he knew her name.

More importantly, everyone present received a piece of significant news: the resurrection of the Wolf Moon ancestor had occurred quite late, long after the fall of the Wolf Moon clan.

Mount Fuji stood not far away, its peak covered in eternal snow, white and pristine, the scenery truly pleasant. Yet, in the eyes of the beauty, what a desolate sight it appeared to be? It chilled the heart.

Back in the dormitory, I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I did not expect Old Tang, who had vanished for days, to suddenly appear. I touched the precious bracelet in my hand, thinking that no matter what, I could not let it be lost.

No matter how poor Lei Ai’s condition was, he was still a man who mastered a spatial realm. If he were allowed to return to the Third Clan, and if the Third Clan found a way to restore him to his peak, it would be troublesome.

On the wooden platform, gazing at the three youths in white, Xie Yifeng’s brow was deeply furrowed, his eyes filled with worry.

I followed his gaunt, skeletal figure out of the house, trembling inside, feeling no sense of security whatsoever.

At this moment, Yun Xiangrong’s face was as pale as ash, her lips devoid of any color. Although the palace maids had changed her into clean clothes, she still looked utterly disheveled.

But who exactly was he? Xing Jue? It seemed that no such person had ever been heard of in the Cangwu Kingdom.

Xiu’er looked around at the magnificent architecture. Even the imperial capital could not compare to these structures; it could be said that it held no qualifications to be mentioned in the same breath. "Where is this place? How did I end up here?" Xiu’er asked in confusion.

The gold thread on this large peony could be removed. Once the gold border was taken off, the ink-colored peony petals became as sharp as razor blades and as hard as tempered iron.

"Yes, Boss is right. Eliminating their high-level officials is the most critical step," Sucha nodded and said.

This left Lü’er in a state of shock, yet she knew she could not be of any help, and her heart was filled with urgency.

"All of you, get over there! He’s already been shot, there’s nothing to fear. You, you, you, and you—get over there, did you hear me!" Seeing that the men did not move, Brother Jian roared.

Liu Jingfeng was highly perceptive. Even though the two did not speak, he immediately sensed that the atmosphere between them was wrong.

Although Han Fengxian was disappointed, he was not particularly surprised. If Xie Wuji were so easy to deal with, he would not have survived until today.

Yet, what she did not know was that those few glances she cast from afar had once again invited disaster for no reason.

Fang Yinuo was not the most exceptional person he had ever met, but he was a very strange one. In the arena, when facing opponents stronger than himself, he only grew more courageous with every fight.

The spatial artifacts of those Origin Sovereigns were still on the battlefield. If he could obtain those, along with a rare exotic tree, all of his losses would be recouped.

Lu Ping dared not speculate. He felt uneasy and moved his body slightly away from Zhou Bing, as if distance could keep him further from danger.