Chapter 152: The Haotian Impasse

During the final cataclysm of the era, the three Dao Ancestors made their moves one after another, treating all living beings as chess pieces.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun played his piece first. Nüwa was no ordinary figure either; since even Dao Ancestor Hongjun could think of the strategy to gather wise talents widely and build up momentum, how could Nüwa possibly fail to think of it?

No matter the era, vying for talent has always been an eternal, fundamental truth for rulers.

Hongjun, Houtu, and Nüwa—none of them were anything less than desperate for capable people.

However.

Although Dao Ancestor Hongjun wanted to broaden...

Afterwards, he began secluded meditation to refine pills. Once he finished refining all of them, he entered secluded cultivation on the True Dragon Star.

In short, if one wanted to see him alive again, it would only be possible after he successfully formed his Nascent Soul. Normally, even if the sect encountered major events, he would not emerge from seclusion, unless the sect faced a true life-or-death crisis that also threatened his breakthrough into the Nascent Soul stage. Only under such circumstances would he temporarily leave seclusion to handle matters.

Despite this, locking the door when going out was a habit formed in his past life, so Raistlin still locked the door.

Immediately afterward, he came to Mingyang's side, shedding tears drop by drop: "I'm sorry, it was me who caused your death!" As he spoke, he knelt beside Mingyang, cradling his head and weeping softly.

With a flick of his magical power, he stripped the ruined gold armor off the desolate fiend. Although the desolate fiend's body was tall, it was already hollow and exhausted on the inside.

Just like in the movie, the Tracker was equipped with a six-barreled Gatling gun and a rocket launcher. Under the metallic torrent of the Gatling gun, over a dozen survivors had already fallen in pools of blood.

"It seems Wandering Sword Peak truly trusts you, even telling you about how I learned the Oblivion Strings. Yet, some things cannot simply be forgotten just because you want to." The scholar in white suddenly turned cold and stern.

Lin Yu disliked such people, filled with rejection and completely unwilling to interact with them. But the cruelty of reality—primarily referring to the rumbling of her stomach—forced Lin Yu to accept the other party's proposal.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Grand Empress Dowager, whose cheeks were bulging from eating, and involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Thus, half-cajoling and half-deceiving herself, Li Yulou arrived at the woods behind Lovers' Bridge.

Ye Qingsuo covered her face, daring not to look at him, and glared fiercely at Huo Yaoyao—why bring up this topic out of nowhere?

When they returned to the Palace of Earthly Benevolence and looked at the lifeless Noble Consort Dowager, what came to mind instead was the vibrant and vivid Attendant Gu.

Just as she was about to help the coachman onto the carriage, the voice of the bandit leader suddenly came from behind once again.

The sweltering summer was coming to an end. Today brought the first autumn rain; the chill mixed with a fine, misty breeze met them head-on, making her feel somewhat cold in her thin attire.

Back then, in order to select a consort for Xia Yichen, Mu Huayin had reviewed some biographical background about Prince Rong while acquainting herself with the state affairs of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Five trains began to pull away gradually at a certain point, rushing toward their respective destinations, while Ling Feng and the others gradually drove away from this place amidst the journey.

Quietly uttering these words, Yu Youwei waved his palm, and fiery red heatwaves enveloped the strange snake, baking it from a distance without touching its body.

Looking at Chen Yang again, the half-smile curve at the corner of his mouth only deepened the doubts of the two.

It must be someone of extremely precious status and high standing; moreover, they were kindred spirits with Hetun.

"What do I not understand? I am already eighteen years old, no longer that child from the past!" Wu Gang retorted. This was the first time he had spoken to his old man in such a manner.

Fan Ping'an called out to invite Xu Long into the car. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the battered sedan sped away into the distance. Only then did someone go over to check on the injured while condemning the previous individuals.

Fan Ping'an said with a smile, though in his heart he recalled the time he purged the Gu worms for Li Lina and Ning Lei. Should he use the same method to purge them later?

Over a thousand special operations soldiers were stationed here long-term, specifically to guard supercriminals like them, and they possessed ample means to counter the various superpowers of these criminals.