Chapter 70: Immortals Descend, Returning Once More to Mount Qi

The entire Yaodu Square was plunged into absolute silence, and the members of the Super Research Institute perched upon the tree branches were equally speechless.

If the earlier silence had been induced by the overwhelming aura of the Demon Emperor, the quietness now stemmed from sheer, unadulterated shock.

One had to remember that when the members of the Super Research Institute first entered the Demon Realm, they required dedicated demon attendants as guards, coupled with the protection of a Phoenix's true feather, before they could be accepted by this grotto-heaven. Even while residing within the Demon Realm, they remained extremely cautious at every step, never daring to stray more than ten meters outside their protective zone.

Seeing this, Ren Fei finally let out a sigh of relief. Yet she also knew that although the caveman on the peak had forced the giant dragon to a standstill with his sword qi, his consumption of energy was massive and likely unsustainable for long. They had to string the iron chains across the river within this window of time.

At that moment, he happened to be reading a miscellany that described a medicine gatherer seeking herbs amidst towering mountains and precipitous ridges. Liu Xu felt as though his consciousness had possessed the text, at times slowly climbing upward, at times rapidly tumbling and sliding downward, occasionally detouring around a cluster of boulders, or pausing briefly on a gentle slope.

"However, judging by these traces, they haven't returned for a long time!" Zhang Qianfeng also nodded and said.

Han Yu seemed to sense the state of her heart, and a trace of crystalline moisture faintly welled up at the corner of her eyes as she fiercely bit down on her lips.

The core members of the Pale Orchestra hailed from the Savage Sword Kingdom and the Sand Sword Kingdom. Their prolonged life in the wilderness, keeping company with wind, sand, and fierce beasts, was precisely what forged their desolate and heroic musical style.

Xi Yue wanted to say something further when a sudden vibration rippled across the firmament, and the List of Gods was actually knocked down by someone.

Although this commotion was not particularly loud, it still caught the attention of those with discerning eyes. Instantly, the surrounding jungle fell into an even deadlier hush, rife with undercurrents.

Her white hair danced amidst the illumination. Shichen clenched his teeth tightly, his complexion frighteningly pale, and his eyes bloodshot.

Zhou Xiyu picked up her teacup, and just as she was about to speak, she noticed the surroundings abruptly turn pitch black. Various luminous lights instantly lit up on the four of them, illuminating the dining table before them. Palace lanterns swiftly rose on the multi-story boat, hovering around the second floor, which instantly became as bright as day.

"Reporting to General Cayo, all of those fellows have been brought here!" Bai Fangchen reported to Cayo.

He had tested this point personally; there was no way it could be wrong unless something was amiss with his spirit-measuring technique, though such a possibility simply did not exist.

Yang Xiao remained nothing more of a fat sheep carrying treasures—a mere target whose demise would grant one everything he possessed.

In truth, it was not only Elder One who believed that humanity had reached its end; the creators likewise believed that humanity had entered a moment of perilous crisis.

The golden-haired hound could do nothing but offer a bitter smile—a bitter smile at his inability to command his own destiny. From birth to death, everything had been predetermined for him. He was merely a pawn in someone else's grand scheme, risking life and limb for others, yet forced to wear a willing and joyful expression. What kind of world was this?

Meanwhile, the lecherous security guard who had been beaten by Liu Hao arrived at the security office and met with the head of security, Du San.

Before Muxun could finish speaking, two assistant robots grabbed him by the arms and directly escorted him up the mountain toward the pass. "Oh my! It's a kidnapping!" Muxun said unhurriedly. The pass was led by Guankou at the front, flanked by the two assistant robots holding Muxun, and trailed at the rear by Village Chief Cao and the Ghost Immortal.

The dance being performed was the kind of sultry, high-energy routine frequently seen in nightclubs. Yet today, given the occasion and Wang Siyi's interpretation, no one felt it was inappropriate or offensive to public decency. On the contrary, it was found to be thoroughly pleasing to the eye, and the athletes who were about to take the stage were also thrown into a state of extreme excitement.

The Steel Shield Camp was nestled between two massive mountain ranges. Directly ahead of it lay a terrain shaped like a double-gourd formed by the convergence of the two ranges. Beyond that, a boundless grassland stretched out as far as the eye could see, connecting to a dense forest. To the rear lay the settlement of the Boarman tribe.

Moved by a surge of sudden compassion at the sight of Zhao Xiying's pathetic and pitiful expression, Liu Hainian had contemplated sparing her life.