Day Sixty-five of Not Thinking About It

That youth clad entirely in red, with crimson hair and eyebrows, was none other than Jin Shiyi, the first vice-master of the Yuxu Sect and the reincarnation of the ancient Fire Cloud Evil God.

Today, the heavenly secrets are in turmoil, and with the Emei Sect harboring the intent to invert yin and yang, Pang Xian himself is unable to calculate the underlying causes.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Concealment Island he held in his palm had also vanished into thin air, leaving it unknown whether it was shattered and sent away through the void when slaying Qin Feng, or if it had been concealed elsewhere.

Tang Yi always used such excuses to stall Ping Fan, and as several months passed, wave after wave of cold rain, occasionally mixed with ice shards of snow, fell upon the ground, accumulating into piles of slush and ice.

Qin Feng waved his hand, and suddenly, accompanied by Xia Yanran, he broke through the third internal restriction of the Azure Peak Tower. Traversing layers of crystalline walls, they arrived at a far more desolate and boundless realm.

Upon closer inspection, Li Ke saw several old men sitting amidst the bundles of baggage on the back of the rampaging earth lizard. Despite their long beards making them look somewhat older, they appeared considerably younger than Old Seth. Old Seth himself sat near the neck of the earth lizard, grinning triumphantly as he waved in Li Ke's direction.

Just as mentioned before, fortunately only a single piece of equipment was lost, and no personnel suffered any injuries as a result.

"I took some time to build two armed robots. Although they are not perfect, defending this area is well within their capabilities," Tianxuan said. At the same time, the rear compartment of the engineering mech parked nearby suddenly opened, and two square-headed robots stepped out from within.

Zhu Zhiliang was no fool; he stubbornly refused to confess, hoping against hope that those people might show some benevolence and spare his family. If they refused to protect even someone as fiercely loyal as him, no one would ever be willing to risk their lives for them again.

Lin Yu quietly watched Zhang Yi, knowing he was in no danger, before closing her eyes to repair her heart and spiritual consciousness. Even for a great Confucian scholar, damage to the spiritual consciousness and heart is a severe affliction; if not fully restored, it would drastically accelerate the exhaustion of one's lifespan.

An accomplishment born from mutual sacrifice cost them a millennium of time, but fortunately, everything had now passed.

I turned off my flashlight, leaving only Shangguan Xiong's beam, and followed closely at his heels. I kept glancing around nervously, for the strange and eerie, bone-chilling cold within this dark cave remained perpetually present.

Momo, naturally prepared as always, flattened her body and deftly ducked away. Then, like an arrow released from a string, she advanced instead of retreating, catching Samael off guard and preventing him from retracting his move in time.

He managed to tilt his head just in time to catch sight of a bizarrely shaped, jet-black broken sword wreathed in malevolent shadows, cleaving his right arm off cleanly at the elbow.

The Heavenly Eye World Sea had long since been sealed off completely by the Heavenly Eye Chaos Sea using a myriad of restrictive formations.

"Aah!" Finally, one holy knight after another failed to withstand the ferocious onslaught of Lin Fan and his companions, crashing successively to the ground.

She nagged endlessly like a meticulous housekeeper, causing the undead—who were long accustomed to ten thousand years of solitude—to grow drowsy. Of course, since they had no need for sleep, they could only offer a silent protest.

Lin Feng understood that this was the cultivation grotto of the Southern Heavenly Ancestor God. On someone else's territory, even if this Southern Heavenly Ancestor God was left with only a single Dao soul imprint, he might still not be a match for him.

However, the previous promise alone was sufficient. Lacking the ability to subdue the entire cultivation world single-handedly, she had enlisted a supreme boss as external reinforcement. Handling matters within the secular realm, nevertheless, posed no problem at all.

Consequently, he swept Liu Shiya into the kitchen, locked the door, and there the two of them embraced, relishing every single thrilling and passionate second.

At that moment, Zhao Yunshun slowly raised her hand, pointing toward the ravaged city behind her, where an arcane teleportation array materialized in her wake.

Lin Feng's peculiar habit flared up once again—he would simply cross the bridge when he came to it, never being one to tax his brain with excessive thought.

"We have already entered. With a main deity specializing in the life demigod domain, there will be no problems," Zhang Yang stated.

This concerned the dignity of the imperial houses of both nations, and Zhaohao had never intended to play the role of some altruistic saint. Unwilling to let this opportunity slip by, his body flashed to evade Zongbi's axe, and he seized the momentum to sweep a low, powerful kick across the ground.

Xie Yun at the side wore a look of utter astonishment. Initially believing her son was merely spouting nonsense, she found his words validated shortly after leaving the city gates, leading her to follow his directives implicitly thereafter.

"It tastes like Tieguanyin, quite pleasant." Xiao Bai had no earthly idea what kind of tea it actually was; being no connoisseur of fine tea, he simply made a random remark.

Cai Jing was advanced in years and held the rank of a First-Rank Grand Chancellor. Not only was he specially permitted to ride in a heated sedan chair, but palace attendants also walked ahead holding lanterns to illuminate his path and prevent any falls.

"The grotto-heaven paradise is about to open." Above the Pristine Clarity Heaven, a palace towered amidst floating clouds, and within its grand hall, the Supreme Dao Ancestor slowly opened his eyes. Six white jade-carved chairs stood within, each embedded with a star-like, brilliantly glittering gemstone at the back.

A deep voice echoed as a figure with the physique of a demon king slowly emerged from the gates of hell.

She kept this dress hidden away in her wardrobe without wearing it simply because it was too expensive, intending to find an opportunity to return it.

There was lean pork and chive porridge—Ye Qingcheng's absolute favorite—alongside a dish of sour and spicy shredded potatoes and a serving of Korean kimchi. Naturally, the kimchi had been learned by Li Ziang online, and its flavor was remarkably good.

Only the crowd below, gazing upward in rapt attention, had the fortune to witness Zongyang's fleeting display of monstrous strength. Chongchong clapped and cheered, thinking that since even the tribulation lightning vortex had been blasted away by Big Brother Zongyang, the strange uncle wouldn't need to endure the final bolt of tribulation lightning after all.

Qin Shang paused in a daze, then released the innkeeper's wrist, steadied himself against the edge of the table, and threw his head back in roaring laughter—a laughter bordering on madness.

Tao Xiong remained silent for a long while before a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. Hmph, he was no longer afraid now.

Thus, one man and one pet—one holding the fire starter, the other igniting the flame—made short work of a perfectly good house, setting it ablaze in an instant.

Yet that man, at this very moment when she needed him most, was nowhere by her side.