Chapter Sixty-Five: The Comprehensive Competition, Part Five

At the very start of their infiltration, they still believed they were about to launch a surprise attack. They waited in anticipation, fists clenched, watching as the main force marched right past them. In the end, there wasn’t a soul left before their eyes, and Jiang Wangshu urged them onward. The road ahead became almost unnaturally smooth; they encountered no one at all.

Standing within the camp, they raised their own banner. Immediately, an announcement resounded from the heavens: “The Black Faction has successfully occupied—”

To put it plainly, after employing the Art of Shifting Shadows, the tree demon’s primordial spirit would seize control, transforming Shen Shi’s spirit from the Foundation Establishment stage directly to Nascent Soul, or perhaps even higher.

At the same time, others had begun to arrive one after another—it was far more than just the three demon gods. Although they trickled in piecemeal, beyond the three main demon gods, only four others arrived in total.

Before them stood a residence built in the style of ancient mansions, sprawling over a vast area. The plaque above the entrance displayed three gilded characters: The Shangguan Residence.

Shen Shi’s gaze darkened—this would be difficult to deal with. Although his sword intent could grow stronger in this world, it would also draw in dream after dream. And each dream, in this world, was a world unto itself.

Even though Han Dong had decisively crushed the Seventh Hidden Dragon, it was of no consequence. Chen Xi was the fourth among the Twelve Hidden Dragons, nearly equal in strength to the third.

But at some unknown point, the shackles of space had begun to loosen. Now, those at the Void God stage could sense the power of space—something even those at the High God stage could not do before. Not only could they sense it, as they approached the breakthrough to the God Realm, they could even tear open space and seek out other worlds for cultivation.

“I... I know that, of course. It’s just that this clay pot porridge is far too hot!” Tang Zekaiyan flushed, his old face reddening, but he continued to feign composure.

At this moment, the once quiet mountains became lively, filled with the furious roars of savage beasts. Smoke and dust rolled through the forests—clearly, countless fierce creatures were on the move.

As the words faded, a heavy darkness began to gather within the hall. The once crystalline spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled into a vortex around Ling Hao, coalescing into a black cyclone. His own clothes were torn to shreds, muscles bulging, veins like writhing serpents surging beneath his skin, rising and falling like hills.

Yang Guifei saw the newcomer’s face and, recognizing Ye Zhong, breathed a sigh of relief—only to freeze again: Rescue me?

She recalled what Xu Jing had said before leaving, making it clear he intended to use his control over Taihai Pharmaceuticals to incite the workers to rebellion.

Liu Qing felt Ding Yi’s palm as if it were on fire, igniting the suppressed heat within her. The little water in her body was nowhere near enough to quench those roaring flames.

Yesterday, the news had stunned everyone into silence. By today, nearly everyone had come to their senses.

“I have a gift for you,” Lina suddenly said. She reached into her handbag and took out a box of cassette tapes.

It took a full forty-eight great vows before the sincerity of Jieyin and Zhunti finally moved the will of the primal chaos. Two azure altars appeared beneath their feet.

“Even if I ascend the hall of victory, when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hound is cooked; when the birds are gone, the bow is put away. The safety of livestock or the freedom of hungry wolves—I would rather choose the latter!” The fifth line of this verse was sung together by Sun Ruoyun and Ren Xue, their arms entwined.

“There’s a tape deck in your car. I’ve been wanting to buy a few cassettes to listen to when I’m with you,” Lina said as she started unwrapping the tapes.

Hearing this, Wang Ling couldn’t help but frown. He felt that this technique was somewhat similar to that used by Azou and Ayou, both from the Immortal Mansion.

It was truly tempting. At the thought, Ding Yi couldn’t help but gulp. If not for the circumstances, he might have shown his respect in a different way.

However, a peerless genius like the Nameless Mister—his success could be replicated, but his stubbornness must never be emulated.