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"No, that is not how it is. It is completely different. Back then, I still had hope; every day, I was waiting for Lingji to return. But now, there is no hope left. My life has lost its purpose for continuing. I only want Lingji. Without her, I will end my own life," Chu Xuan said, trembling.

At this moment, the Saint Dragon Gundam was like an indefatigable machine; whenever it was attacked, it would respond with a full-scale barrage, turning swaths of zombies into ash.

Suddenly, it charged madly toward Lin Fan, appearing as if it were boundless, seemingly connected to an infinite sea of stars.

"Phew, that was close." Once those people had left, Lu Feng let out a long sigh. If they had truly dared to attack today, he would have been the one in misfortune. Thinking this, Lu Feng hurriedly slipped away.

Following this, the Heavenly Demon Emperor let out another shout. At that moment, a suit of golden, glittering armor flew out from the Demon Emperor's Palace within the Heavenly Demon City.

To emerge was to experience; to meet a hundred types of people and encounter a thousand kinds of events. He would now walk the remaining distance slowly, for, after all, walking itself is a form of cultivation.

The great ape let out a roar toward the heavens. Its entire body, immensely powerful, suddenly transformed with a boom into a streak of black light that shot into the sky, piercing through the sea of clouds and descending into the human realm, hastening its arrival in the mortal world.

"Uh... thank you!" Lu Feng smiled as well. He knew that winning against Qian Hua signaled the end of this selection tournament.

"Yun Tian, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Zhan Xiao reached out to touch Yun Tian's forehead, stroking it gently as he asked.

Chu Feng chuckled and, along with Sun Wukong, transformed into a breeze, vanishing from Elder Jin Chi’s meditation room. As for the fate of Elder Jin Chi, it had long been sealed, and Chu Feng did not bother to concern himself with it.

Within a few words, Zi Qingyang arrived before them. Bo Yanhe’s gaze met hers for a fleeting moment before he immediately lowered his head, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

He sat there for a while longer, and seeing that Qi Yao had still not emerged, he rose and headed to the kitchen.

Di He had seen the mark between her brows before, but after he drew the poison from her body, it had vanished. At the time, he assumed it was due to the poisoning, never expecting it to reappear now.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Ting was a highly sensitive person. As soon as she heard this, she sensed something was wrong, so she clutched Wang Mingdao’s sleeve tightly, refusing to let him leave.

"I want to know the reason why Ah Ling is willing to help me." This was the first time Qing Ruifan had dropped his roundabout ways. He preferred to coax words out of others rather than proactively state his own desires. He did not know that this was, to a certain extent, a manifestation of insecurity. He only knew that he did not want to put on those convoluted pretenses in front of Gu Lingge.

"I have to thank you all this time." Moke curled his lips into a smile. The next moment, he placed a steel ball into the bullet hole and slammed his palm against it.

It would not be that easy! After smelling the scent of the Four Great Vajras and seeing that this fellow was not modest at all and was eating with such gusto, Chen Xue’s anger flared up again.

Only at this moment did she realize that people were all composed of masks. Layer upon layer of masks, a blood-stained heart; there were no victors and no losers, no truth and no illusion. Everything was relative.

Lu Yan knelt devoutly before the Buddha, his thoughts wandering. He had never even seen his own mother, and sorrow began to well up within him.

Seeing the two arrive just in time, Ao Jinlong and the others happily gathered around, engaging in a lively conversation with Long Xiaofeng.

Weinong looked in the direction his finger pointed, only to see a towering pagoda standing in the distance, rising level by level toward the heavens, as if one could climb it to reach the moon in the nine skies. On the middle level of the pagoda, a faint white silhouette could be seen, gazing at her from afar.

He had gone to Fang Prefecture to manage flood control years ago, a fact known to the then-Prefect of Fang. If the investigation had not been verified as true, no one would have dared to submit such a secret memorial.

Weinong reached out subconsciously, stroking his cheek. But what could still be called a cheek had long been ravaged by the Gu poison within; the skin was no longer supple or smooth, but hard and abrasive to the touch.

Sitting at the head of the table, Wushuang Gucheng felt ecstatic after hearing Feng Qiong reveal the greatest secret of the Demon Warrior clan one by one. His old face twisted with uncontrollable excitement.

Around Ye Qiu, two clones identical to him suddenly appeared. These two clones looked exactly like Ye Qiu, but because they were condensed from the power of the stars, their bodies appeared blue and translucent, clearly not physical entities.

Who could have imagined that the few wealthy families posing as philanthropists were actually the culprits behind the exorbitant price of rice?

"It is this grandson's lack of filial piety that has caused Grandmother worry." Lu Chongyu raised his hand to wipe his grandmother’s tears, but lacking the strength, the Old Madam took her grandson’s hand herself and pressed it against her cheek.

Fan Chaofeng and Song Yuanhuai had already heard the story once on the roof. Now, hearing it again, they both feigned surprise, putting on exaggerated expressions of astonishment.

Fan Chaohui took two bites before setting it down. He apologized to the Old Madam and requested to withdraw. Ze Ge’er pulled on Fan Chaohui’s hand, insisting on stuffing him with his favorite crab meat pie, telling his uncle to have it as a late-night snack.

He left one thing unsaid: was this young man really just a simple wage earner?

Zhao Gao’s brows were furrowed tight. He knew clearly that Li Jing was not truly intent on fighting to the death with a junior; it was a blatant show of support for Xiao Zheng. If Zhao Gao did not apologize, this matter would not be settled.

Of course, this was merely potential. Only by truly reaching the twenty-thousandth level, or even the twenty-five-thousandth, could one attract those supreme-limit powerhouses. At that point, he would no longer have to worry about anything.

As far as Situ Bofeng knew, the Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pagoda had once refused a trade request from the Merit Saint Spirit without hesitation, and had similarly turned down the Saint Spirit Dao Venerable of the Dark Demon Race. That he was now willing to pass this Dao technique on to Wu Yan was simply unfathomable to him.

Wen Hua’s face was hideous, completely devoid of the proud and handsome demeanor he had displayed at Tianyin Peak. From the stump of his severed left arm, blood continued to gush out in torrents.