Chapter 135: Invincible Underground

Within the Palace of Reincarnation, located in the Six Paths of Samsara, the Ancestral Witch Houtu utilized a portion of the essence blood she had retained before transforming into the cycle of reincarnation, combined with the Nine-Turn Profound Technique and the Heart of Pangu. After six thousand eons of arduous cultivation, she finally succeeded in re-evolving her own unique Pangu True Form.

The twelve Ancestral Witches arrived in unison to offer their congratulations. At this time, all twelve had reached the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm; Houtu and Zhu Jiuyin had even advanced further, having successfully manifested their own Pangu True Forms.

The two factions had now converged at Vermilion Bird Temple. Guo Dayong and Mo Tianwei’s groups, which had been more dispersed, had unexpectedly arrived at the temple as well, followed by Chen Guowei and Rong Shibi. Guan Jinli was left somewhat dumbfounded.

Er Da circled the well and looked around; the Qingliang Temple, several hundred meters away, was completely silent. The level ground resembled floating stones in the sky, much like the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, with fertile soil found only near the entrance.

Why had he refused Lei Yuan’s request to descend the mountain earlier, only to quietly follow him now?

Seeing Liu Xiameng’s formidable stance, the leader of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect dared not press further. Forced to retreat, they gradually dismantled the Senluo Grievance Prison Ten Thousand Ghost Formation and departed with their followers.

Finally, they reached me. Niuniu nestled into my arms as she always did, while Xiong Er held out its paws; I reached out and took them in mine.

He had been somewhat careless a moment ago, but now, he dared not show the slightest negligence. The Bone Blade could easily wound or even kill them outright, while the Sacred Red Net could bind them and absorb their cold blood.

During his tenure as a magistrate, Zhang Zai would summon the village elders to familiarize them with new regulations and notices before they were formally issued, repeatedly instructing them to relay the government’s decrees to every villager.

"I am the boss. How badly are you hurt?" Lu Zhengyi felt a wave of relief wash over him the moment he heard his bodyguard’s voice on the other end of the line.

Before Ye Qi truly utilized his own world, no one but Moshang Dai had any inkling of it.

Mahar spoke faintly. More than three hundred peerless powerhouses who had reached the God-Ancient realm simultaneously looked up, their faces filled with reverence. They bowed slightly in the direction of the voice, then turned and strode away.

With a thud, Lingxian was slammed directly into a pit, followed by a scream of agony. The Wind-Thunder Beast showed no mercy, using its claws to rake the excavated earth over him until he was buried.

Without money, one lacks confidence. In this society where money is paramount, everything seems to depend on wealth. As the saying goes, "Wealth makes one bold." With money, one naturally feels secure; without it, one lacks the courage to speak, feeling inherently inferior and unable to stand tall.

At this, all the disciples in the valley knelt to pay their respects to the Mountain Master, and the crisis regarding Yue Chengfeng’s capture was instantly resolved.

Mu Xiaotian’s rhetorical question appeared to be a request for guidance, but it was truly directed at the Zhou family. It was well known that among the major forces of the North Sea, only the Xuanling Sect and the Zhou family had yet to reveal any newly emerged Daoist monarchs.

"Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable..." Countless disciples of the Daoxuan Sect cheered, and a festive atmosphere enveloped Daoxuan Mountain. Various factions were already arranging envoys to offer congratulations—not only to the Daoxuan Sect, but also to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Awkward, Mu Xiaotian smiled foolishly at the Wind-Thunder Beast. Instead of letting go, he first collected the four hairs he had plucked and placed them into his storage bag.

Yang Zaixing kept reminding himself not to be impulsive. Han Shizhong had just warned him to conserve his energy and spirit, as they would need to fight for their lives when they broke through the encirclement later.

He was exactly as Meng Xiongfei had surmised: the mount that had escaped from the son of the Shu Mountain Sect leader over half a year ago, and the culprit who had lured the Shu Mountain disciples to conduct a massive search of the Qinling Mountains.

This speculation set off alarm bells in Luo Changsheng’s mind; he could not help but sit up straight, staring intensely at Qin Junshang’s retreating back.