Chapter 157: The Upper Three Realms

Upon noticing Lu Chenyuan’s peculiar breathing technique, Wei Xuanji instantly lost his composure. His hawk-like eyes widened into a fierce glare, locking onto the coarse-robed youth before him as shock, wild elation, and a hint of reverence surged within his gaze.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as if a thousand words were choked in his chest, until he finally forced out a strained question: "Where... did you learn this breathing method?"

Lu Chenyuan was momentarily stunned.

Just a moment ago, his mind had been in turmoil, the call from the depths of the Eastern Sea lingering like hypnotic chants in his ears. Having spent so many years in the ancient battlefield, his heart had long since grown as calm as stagnant water. Unable to advance further, he had poured all his efforts into maximizing his combat prowess. Though he now merely appeared to be a sixth-tier profound master, he was one of the very few within the second trial capable of putting up a fierce fight against a seventh-tier profound master.

"Indeed, I simply wished to avoid taking the long way around, which is why I am discussing this grand scheme with you face-to-face. However, if you assume I have no other alternatives, that would be nothing short of foolish. My era has finally arrived, and the old rules must change. I shall personally forge a new order for Paradise Island," Luo Han said, pronouncing each word with deliberate weight.

That bizarre entity evidently spotted Li Tianchen as well, and began to sprint across the precipitous rock face of the mountain with mind-boggling speed.

The bloodline clan—pursued for countless years and branded as heretics by the temple—had returned. The King of the Blood Clan emerged and directly executed a temple master-tier powerhouse. Xue Changfeng, the peerless prodigy of the blood clan back in the day, had even single-handedly fought his way into the Divine City, only to burst into hearty laughter and depart at his leisure.

Song Chen’s gaze was so affectionate that it seemed laced with a trace of decadent despair, a look utterly suffocating to behold. Such an extreme expression evoked a sharp, involuntary ache in the heart.

Yet Tian Qingming and his son were no longer ordinary men, while the Manor of the Prince of Benevolence had already become an empty shell. Consequently, Master Tian approached the Situ family, finally restoring the honor and rightful names of his wife and son—though that was a matter aside.

Those individuals were none other than Fatty and the others who had previously gone to search the forest. Presumably, having searched in vain, they had turned back, only to witness the commotion here and return intending to launch a sneak attack, unaware that Ling Li had discovered them first.

Tang Feng caught sight of this scene through the rearview mirror, a boiling murderous intent erupting across his frame as his grip on the steering wheel left clear indentations.

Though they could not hear the conversation between Chen Fan and the others, what did it signify when a dignified three-step Nirvana-realm expert prostrated himself so proactively?

Seeing how easily so many girls could add him on QQ, Lin Zhuoyue suddenly felt an inexplicable twinge of sourness in her heart.

Sun Meiling was a maze of question marks; she even wanted to crack open the handsome man’s head before her to see if his brain had been replaced. Had he suddenly figured everything out overnight? Then what on earth had all her previous efforts been for?

Liu Wei had once asked himself why he ultimately chose to return to the parent group. The thought anchored in his mind was that some things simply had to be done by someone, some problems had to be resolved by someone, and the wheels of history had to be pushed forward by someone. And he, quite abruptly, had a moment of epiphany—he wanted to be that catalyst of history.

Yue Ling wanted to voice her fear, but she feared the recurrence of what had just happened even more, so she did not ask Zhang Yanqi to stay. Cold sweat drenched Yue Ling from head to toe as the recent events replayed in her mind like a film reel.

The dormitories at Tianyun High School had uninterrupted power, but the hallways of the dormitory building suffered power outages, which meant she still had to carry a flashlight when making her midnight bed checks.

"Yu Qiuci..." Upon seeing his name, the counselor froze for a fraction of a second, then raised her head and beamed a bright smile at him.

Lin Jingwen’s expression grew grave as well; she had also noticed the residual bloodstains at the corner of Yang Tianping’s mouth, which spoke volumes.

This was a newly born world, with life newly sprouted, its tender green tinged with yellow, and everything brimming with boundless hope.

Li Si shook his head. This only demonstrated their obsession with movement; moving randomly within a unit area, hitting the boundary was merely a matter of time.

He had actually guided him deep into a massive mountain range, where, from a cellar disguised as a hunter’s lodge, he had found the imprisoned head of the Xia family, Xia Jie.