Chapter Seventy-Seven: Five Years Later

Five years later, in the void, the Star Spirit Fleet stood tall in the endless darkness like a beacon atop a tower. Countless delicate spirit ships soared forth as if a colony of ants emerging from their nest, winding their way through the blackness.

In stark contrast, a denser demonic haze churned outside the barrier, where pairs of blood-red eyes would flicker and vanish as quickly as they appeared. No one dared meet those eyes—for all who had, were already dead.

A great number of spirit ships landed.

"Who exactly are you!" The golden-hued solitary demon finally interrupted her, watching as she pointed foolishly at everything around her, spinning about with innocent excitement.

"Leon, cease at once!" Yue Peng issued the order to Leon through his onboard communicator.

Yang Dong appeared before the crowd; everyone was waiting for him, waiting for an explanation.

Meanwhile, in the Dark Night Star System, Yue Peng paid no heed to whatever Patch intended; his mind was consumed by a single thought—to win this battle.

"This money is rightfully theirs. Oh, and there’s forty-eight million left. We split it evenly—just let me know whenever you need to use it, and I'll transfer it to you, or I can send it over whenever you want!" Song Xiaotian said with a smile.

But just then, as if to prove Lin Fei's words, Cang Feng leapt from cover and fired several shots at the nearest soldiers. Then, with a roll, he snatched up a rifle from the ground and fired another burst at the machine gunner.

As more players were killed, the local chat for the players in the One-Eyed Forest erupted in abuse—everyone knew that the trio of solitary demons, whom they could always pay to farm with, had turned against them.

Zhang Xi was still dressed in his signature black suit, leading ten members of the Hawk Squad, with Ling Xiao among them. Nine wore proper suits—not the kind you’d find at a street stall—only Ling Xiao stood out with his unconventional attire.

Dambort was overjoyed, catching the ball without a second thought. He hugged it to his chest and sprang up, aiming to slam it into the basket. Unfortunately, just as he jumped, he felt a strong grip holding his hand—it could only be O’Neal, grabbing him from behind.

At this point, Song Xiaotian and his group were surrounded on both ends by over a hundred people each—it was clear they had been encircled.

After some questioning, it became clear that this batch was not the only group of disciples the Azure Origin Sect had sent into the trial. Ling Feng, realizing this, was increasingly convinced that there was a conspiracy behind this test. Judging by Xia Mengran’s demeanor, she clearly knew something about the situation; after all, she belonged to the Azure Origin Sect. He would need to be especially wary.

Now, it was clear—the other side had been set free, while he remained “imprisoned,” unable to move even half a step.

Yin Ci’s expression remained unchanged, his face as calm as ever—it was impossible to tell if he had taken any of this to heart.

Pale blue ripples shimmered in the sunlight, sparkling brilliantly, and atop those gentle waves stood a resplendent palace, radiant and magnificent.

Now, Yao Chen’an had arrived in Parson. It would be at least three days before he left. For the next few days, he could only wait.

Maple Lin felt she had another reason for coming alone to Spirit Beast Mountain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall what it was.

Under his gaze, cracks spread across the ground, widening rapidly. Water rushed into the fissures, blending with powdered stone as both flowed together into the depths.

“Haven’t I always slipped you some money on the side? And what about the money you make weaving baskets and doing handicrafts?” Ji Lao’er lowered his voice, afraid that outsiders might hear.

“Because your foundation is the Crimson Flame Venom Art. Once you reach the Gushing Spring Stage, the eight meridians converge in the sea of qi—if the two arts clash, at best you’ll lose control, at worst, you’ll die!” Helian Qingfeng said coldly.

He could not even be sure he could kill Qin Long now; if Xie Wangchun and Qin Long joined forces, the consequences would be unimaginable.