Chapter 82: The Virtue Celestial Sovereign Has Given Up!

In the primordial world, atop Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones of Pangu had endured five thousand great cycles of diligent cultivation. Each had merged with a strand of Primordial Purple Qi, evolving a unique mark of Heaven’s Mandate within their innermost spirits—an imprint exclusive to the Way of Heaven itself.

With every breath, the three seemed to blend seamlessly with some aspect of the vast primordial world. Every gesture or movement drew upon the power of the Dao, subtly elevating their cultivation and strength.

Originally, the Three Pure Ones felt their progress had reached a bottleneck.

She deliberately spoke those words, hoping I would rescue him. In truth, there was no need for such words; even if she hadn’t said anything, I’m not so heartless as to ignore her plight.

Master walked to the wall. This time, he was unexpectedly kind, sparing me the ordeal of climbing and with a flick of his finger, cleared the way.

On the plaza, members of the ancient clans began to murmur among themselves, whispers quickly spreading through the crowd.

Aunt was reluctant at first, but seeing my persistence—and perhaps fearing I’d bring some ill fortune upon her son again—she grumbled a few words before handing over the money.

Qin Xuan chuckled inwardly. For the moment, he did not resist, allowing these minor guards to do as they pleased.

At that moment, Yue Mei understood that voicing her worries would only undermine Liu Ling’s confidence and weaken his resolve. So she buried her concerns deep in her heart, forcing a bright smile to encourage him.

Grandfather had always been gracious to those from the Great-Uncle and Second-Uncle’s households, granting any request that did not violate the Bai family’s rules or principles. But this time, judging from the reactions of his father and grandfather, Bai Muting realized that his grandfather’s heart attack was partly his doing, yet it seemed more likely brought on by Bai Muyuan’s provocations.

Lin Sisi and Dong Chenxi were both lively by nature, easily lightening the mood—sometimes so much that Bai Muting found himself in awkward situations without even realizing it.

In the arena, the martial king-level expert was still clutching his throat, but Meng Yao’s sharp sword had already severed his main artery. Even if the legendary doctor Hua Tuo were alive, he could not save him now.

He had become much more mature and steady. Yet, at times, I still recalled how he used to bully me; perhaps this is what growing up means.

“I’m telling you, I’m your employer! Get in there right now, do you hear me?” Zhou Tianhui screamed.

“The match is over?” Li Yan was dumbfounded. This was the first he’d heard of someone breaking through to the Origin Realm during a competition.

As soon as this thought occurred, Shen Chuan became more convinced that it must be connected to Zhang Xinyuan.

Such words are the same as those unconventional folks often say: ‘Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.’

In fact, Shen Chuan asked her first before speaking out because he wasn’t certain of his own theory.

Standing amid the bamboo grove, Shen Chuan looked around; the air here was much fresher than outside.

The gorilla was truly enormous. The underground passage could scarcely contain its body, so after breaking free, it crashed and squeezed its way through, widening the tunnel considerably.

Tang Xuejian knew this friend all too well—not that he was unwilling to speak, but he feared implicating himself.

Seeing this, Ah Da thought Tang Xuejian was unwilling to compromise, so he tightened his grip. Feeling Shi Liyan’s feigned struggle, she instinctively grabbed his bandaged hand and began coughing violently.

Ling’er, in the end, could not stay angry. She sighed inwardly, resigned, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Qi Yang’s brow.

“You really are something—haven’t even infiltrated the Gate of Inspiration and already got yourself in such a state!” Gongsun Qian sighed.

Such was his genius—undeniably successful, at least within the domain he governed. Whether it was recruiting soldiers or supplying the troops, everything unfolded according to his designs.

Zhang You failed to dodge in time. He raised his palm to meet the attack, only to feel his arm go numb as a surging force like a tidal wave rushed toward him. He hurriedly rallied all his energy to withstand it.