Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Souls of the Dying

Everyone saw it clearly. Having been fellow disciples with Cang Song for a long time, they knew he was rarely one to smile, so this display today clearly indicated his immense joy. They could not help but feel secretly annoyed. However, since Dao Xuan Zhenren had already spoken and the Dragon Head Peak lineage held significant power, they had no choice but to swallow their frustration.

In the quiet of the night, looking up at the starry sky, a bright star—one never seen before—shimmered with a brilliant light that did not pale even in comparison to the luminous crescent moon.

He did not know how far he had run, but once he left the studio and stood under the sunlight, breathing in the fresh air, he finally felt alive again.

With their eyes locked, Mo Yuan felt an unprecedented pressure; his feet felt so heavy it was as if they had sunk into the ground.

Watching the figures darting out, Xiao Chang frowned slightly. Staying here meant falling into the endless army of Fire Slaves; it seemed the only way to break this so-called predicament was to press forward.

"You enjoy the process of cooking, but I assume you don't like washing dishes. Let me handle that," Mo Yuan said, dodging Xiao Lan's burning gaze and keeping his eyes fixed on the dining table.

The curtains gathered on both sides of the window swayed slightly with the disturbance of the air conditioner’s draft. The orange-red glow of the setting sun shone on the edges of the curtains, casting a light golden trim that was bright but not blinding.

"Do you remember I once said he hoped to create a 'real' dream system?" Wu Xin asked.

Sure enough, upon hearing the price, many factions first looked at Xiao Chang and Ya Fei, who were wrapped in black robes, with suspicion. Finding they could discern nothing, they shook their heads and decided not to bid on this item.

Yet, even so, both of them were drenched in sweat, their faces tanned and gleaming. Looking at how well-tended the crops were, it was clear they hadn't been slacking off.

Nangong Li could not bear the stench of blood from the many sharks on the beach; she covered her nose and said with disgust.

At the same time, he inadvertently discovered some clues. After repeatedly deliberating and testing them himself, he was suddenly struck with realization.

"Sir... Sir is truly a god-like man!" he exclaimed in shock. This shout caused many nearby pedestrians to stop and stare at Zhuo Xinyi, who stood before the stall with a calm and detached expression.

When Wu Fan spoke those words, the winds and clouds shifted, causing the black tentacles of the artifact-refining cauldron—which were about to touch every inch of Luo Shi's skin—to recoil rapidly back into the cauldron as thunder rumbled in the sky.

"Congratulations to our lord on your victorious return. May you once again create glory for our Zhongyang Kingdom," said a man who looked like someone capable only of sycophancy.

That is how good people are; when bad people say a few soft words and pretend to be repentant, good people immediately soften their hearts and choose to forgive them.

"I am going with him," Luo Shi said immediately. Bi Yue and Xiu Hua naturally made the same demand, as did Dugu Jiuyang, E Chong, and the others. Wu Fan was their leader now, and he could not be allowed to come to harm. Nalan Min'er and Xiong Shi also insisted on this.

He raised his hand and waved the heavy sword, which was radiating a red glow. Instantly, a nearby clone of the Terror Tree Demon was split open, and the wound on the clone began to burn.

Chang Jing was both moved and conflicted, her heart a chaotic mess; she did not know how to speak to Lin Ye.

The immortal essence particles surrounding Wu Fan's Star God Body transformed into immortal essence energy. The Star God Body was evolving into an Immortal Essence Body, with golden light flashing all around him. Wu Fan's true self also gained some immortal essence power, which did not conflict with the existing energy he had stored.

Li Zhichen slashed forward with his long sword, feeling increasingly uneasy. These people emerging from the wooden coffins possessed only half of their original cultivation, yet they wielded all their various sword techniques and supernatural powers. Moreover, his own side was already wounded.

Once people were aboard, Luo Ziye threw Wen Jing into the cabin and ordered his men to retract the ladder.

But as someone who had been through it all, she could tell that the young man who hadn't said a word since entering was clearly a couple with Luo'er. She felt a bit of regret, but then thought that her own son really didn't compare to that young man.

Lu Chenxi hadn't expected Cheng Yan to push the door open at that moment, and she pulled her hand back, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The cold, emotionless voice rang in Chu Xuan's ears once more, but at this moment, the voice seemed filled with infinite temptation.

He had been here for quite some time now, so why hadn't he heard anything about He Fang's family coming? Could it be that Brother Xu and the others were too busy to notify them?

Su Dao was clever in his dealings; he chatted casually with the leader there for a bit. During the conversation, the other party suddenly said.

Yet at this moment, Ying Zheng had followed up by conferring divinity upon the nation's fortune, adding the luck that the experts of the Heavenly Court had viewed as their private property onto Xuan Mingzi. He had even stolen the Heavenly Court's fortune; this was no mere slap in the face—it was dragging the dignity of the Heavenly Court through the dirt.

"What, do you want some too? Brother has some; it’s better than cucumbers or that other thing," Long Jianfei whispered into his ear.

Long Jianfei had originally wanted to retort, but he hadn't expected Ouyang to speak first, and it seemed he had more to say.

And these subtle feelings, accumulated bit by bit through their interactions, if not truly realized, could very likely be buried deep in one's heart and subsequently ignored—just like in the original plot.

Bending down, Shaoer prepared himself, a flash of determination in his eyes, and he bolted toward the soldier closest to him, running behind the opponent.

Huang An had brought Xu Yingqin there simply to test Hua Tian's strength. Xu Yingqin was someone who had roamed the outskirts of the Xingzhu Market for years, specializing in low-life business like robbery. Relying on his Enlightenment Realm strength and that blood-toothed treasure blade, Xu Yingqin had bullied countless innocent wandering cultivators.

At this moment, how could he look like someone trapped in the Divine Origin Realm? To him, the current Divine Origin Realm was simply a sacred place for cultivation.