Chapter 86: The Decision of the Grand Dao Patriarch Hongjun

After Houtu attained the Dao, heaven and earth resonated in harmony, and countless beings of great power throughout the primordial world sensed this profound change. All the mighty cultivators of this world had devoted themselves to the mastery of the great Dao, and what they felt was not merely the aura of a new sage emanating from Houtu; more crucially, they perceived a subtle waning of the Dao’s blessings upon themselves.

The reason was simple.

First it was Hongjun, then Nuwa, and finally Houtu—three in succession attained the Dao and came to wield the authority of heaven.

A thought flickered in her mind, and indeed, fragments surfaced within her memory: beneath the moonlight, Li Yuanhao played the flute while she brewed tea, offering him a gentle smile. Such scenes unsettled her, and she furrowed her brow in discomfort.

Bewildered, Fan Yanyan followed Mei Feixue to her place of work, a botanical garden. Fan Yanyan had observed her from the shadows before and knew she was responsible for odd jobs and cleaning there, so this was not unexpected.

Huo Jingran, holding three game tokens, approached the slot machine. Zeng Bingbing had never played before—this was a way to win more tokens, but she knew she lacked the knack for it.

Gu Fei was slapping his own face, but the blows were never hard; it wasn’t just his face he was striking, but his very dignity he was chastising.

The other day, this immortal lady wandered the market for half a day, finally managing to buy some beef, which cost her several copper coins.

If Chu Xi were by her side right now, perhaps she truly would have gone mad. But Chu Xi was not there; she could rely only on herself. She had to present Chu Xi with a flawless, perfect Mo Li.

“What’s wrong, what’s going on?!” Murong Sen hurriedly sat upright, pressing against the car window to look outside.

It wasn’t until hurried footsteps sounded behind them that everyone turned to look. Under the gaze of a thousand eyes, Yelü Yan and the rest of the camp came running in this direction.

Gao Zhan was momentarily at a loss. Ning Qian said she wanted to go abroad with Director Shen Chengren; perhaps she could see him off—and that wouldn’t be bad. They could travel abroad together.

When she awoke the next day, Yelü Zongzhen had already left for court. This was her first truly restful sleep since arriving in Liao. She rose, and the maids filed in to attend her, which she found somewhat unfamiliar.

Ren Chuan covered her face with both hands, her expensive Western dress already in tatters.

The unimaginable violence of the collision changed the very color of sky and earth, blotting out sun and moon. Terrifying shockwaves surged in all directions; within a radius of hundreds of miles, mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth split open, and boulders, trees, even birds, fish, and insects were flung skyward, as if the world itself were about to break apart.

The passage of years had left mottled marks on the city walls, and sunlight poured down, giving them a majestic, golden splendor. Yet, when Aisu Yan passed beneath the gates, he was swallowed by a profound and heavy shadow.

She simply lay there motionless, blood gushing out and staining the ground all around a vivid red.

Nowadays, high-end special effects make television scenes and costumes quite impressive, but the plotlines are simply unbearable.

Of course, Liu Qinghe would never let go—she had longed to hold him for so long, and now that she finally could, there was no way she would ever let go. Not in this lifetime.

“Sister-in-law, please don’t worry. The boss has gone to cultivate, and besides, his master is with him. Nothing will happen,” Shen Jing reassured her.

Was this truly the exalted Master of the Temple of Time? She looked for all the world like a beauty capable of bringing down a nation—a bewitching seductress.

Especially Ji Hangcheng—never mind the aura of the Ji family’s chairman; that face alone was enough to make hearts tremble. Even if he limped when he walked, it did nothing to diminish his presence.

Of course, Liu Qinghe had no time to bother with them; wasn’t it better to seize every moment to be with Xiao Changqing and increase his favorability toward her?