Chapter 145: The Gathering of the Five Saints

The Ancestral Witch Jumang was the first to withdraw his consciousness and vital essence from the World Tree. Immediately following, he channeled the power of his Primordial Spirit to refine the Chaos Spiritual Root before him. Within moments, he refined the Chaos Spiritual Root down to the size of a palm and stowed it away in his palm.

"Haha..."

The Ancestral Witch Jumang smiled faintly and said, "I hold the secret realm of the Wu clan, gathered and opened up by the entire strength of our people. Although this Chaos secret realm is quite good, it still cannot compare to the Wu clan's secret realm. That being the case—"

This move was not only meant to curry favor with Ding Yi and show that he could bestow grace upon Ding Rujin—Emperor Jing would not clash with Yu Qian over such a matter. As a courtier, all favors originated from the sovereign, and Yu Qian would not object to Emperor Jing showing favor to Ding Yi.

Finally, those memories anchored within the realm of Yang energy were re-copied onto the new body.

He sighed softly and gripped the jade talisman, a fierce and chilling glint in his eyes that caused both Jixiang and God Yun to change color.

Now, only a single stalk of Youmeng grass remained, and those who had yet to obtain one were Bai Ruohan and the scion of the Bai family who had spoken up first earlier.

He relaxed his hand. The long spear automatically retreated, its rigid texture softening and turning back into soil. Enkidu, once again resuming human form, looked with astonishment at the hand with which Wu Feng had intercepted her attack.

This brat actually didn't recognize his voice? It seemed... this "toy" could still be played with for a little longer.

"Let them go find Old Cao." How could Ding Yi possibly handle these matters himself at a time like this?

Therefore, as the origin of the world, it was not a rigid, finite consumable—not something that could only constantly decrease once born. Rather, it was a concept akin to stamina: depleted at any time, and recovered at any time.

In a suite at a high-end hotel in Rogge City, a young man nervously watched the youth before him, who was meticulously maintaining a fishing rod in his hands.

After staying in Guangzhou Prefecture for about a month, the mobilization of soldiers and the preparation of supplies were finally complete, and the sea breezes were right on cue. Thus, Ding Yi's fleet set sail.

Beneath the wooden tub was a stove steadily radiating heat, causing the water inside to boil fiercely.

Among all the employees of the Ye Corporation, the one with the most complicated feelings was Gu Shaoyang. He never expected that Ye Motang would guard against him in such a manner.

Flying upward was still alright, but upon reaching the highest point, one still had to fall back down! According to current unit conversions, one zhang was approximately three point three three meters. To leap across such depth from this height without training could easily result in broken legs. And that was even before considering being struck into the air to such a height by sheer force.

Seeing Wang Lei suddenly appear before my eyes, I froze right in my tracks. Exchanging a few gazes with Wang Lei, I didn't say a single word.

"Let's go! Come practice martial arts with me!" Wang Yi's tone allowed for no objection. He walked in front, bidding his grandson to follow close behind.

Sanya was blessed with brilliant sunshine today, and the weather was exceptionally fine, as if welcoming the reunion of a certain lovely couple. Yet that bright sun lacked any scorching heat, offering only a warm and gentle embrace.

In an instant, Ma Yukun, who had initially been relaxed, clenched his fists tightly, a layer of sweat oozing from his palms.

Han Jinyong was doing what he knew could not be done, challenging himself and even challenging this impossible world. When Li Guangheng learned of the news, however, he chose to go with the flow and ceased his challenges.

Because whether it was beneath the leader's grand bed or within the underground base, they had people guarding the exits. The enemy could not possibly have escaped from those places.

At that moment, a graceful figure suddenly walked over from the end of the tree-lined path and sat down on the other end of the bench, right beside Wang Yuehan. She reached out, gently wrapped her arm around Wang Yuehan's shoulders, and pulled her into a warm embrace, savoring this familiar hug, this familiar scent, and this familiar tenderness.