134. Ruins of an Alien Civilization

Yin Miaomiao maintained a calm expression and said indifferently, "Indeed ruthless, yet highly effective! Out of more than a thousand people, a martial artist with formidable innate talent has awakened—is this not simply raising venomous insects in a jar?"

Chen Anquan was left speechless.

Continuing to unveil the mystery, Yin Miaomiao said, "According to the data we have been able to gather so far, it is extremely likely that an extraterrestrial civilization is intervening in all of this. However, all our high-tech equipment, such as detection satellites and telescopes, are completely unable to detect the presence of any alien civilization!"

This was—

"Men! Drag Yang Guang's lackey up to the platform as a sacrifice to the banner!" At Yang Xuangan's command, a soldier hauled the imperial decree-bearing eunuch onto the stage.

Rune masters were the career of countless dreams across the entire continent, possessing combat power incomparable to ordinary martial artists, alongside an earnings velocity that was equally unmatched. The combination of the two made it all the more effective in attracting fair maidens.

If food and forage supplies failed to keep pace, the southern expeditionary army would inevitably struggle to sustain itself, resulting in definitive defeat. Given the Emperor's temperament, he would certainly not resign himself to failure and would undoubtedly levy heavy taxes and conscript soldiers on a massive scale. The consequence would be a populace unable to eke out a living, ultimately leading to open rebellion, and the empire would finally collapse in a thunderous crash amidst a storm of turmoil.

Toward Wang Erdan—this junior who looked down upon everyone and showed no respect for his elders—the entire Wang family unanimously chose to ignore him completely.

At the hour of Chen, the warm sun was already hanging high in the sky. Although a lingering chill remained, the fine weather of the past few days provided considerable convenience for the marching troops.

"Since you are leaving, I have no fine gift to give you! Since this Taiyi Dust-Whisk is so important to you, I shall bestow it upon you. Take care of yourself!" With these words, Chunshen tossed the horsetail whisk to the Fire Phoenix.

Gradually, deer-like antlers began to sprout from the serpent's head, and its cranial shape slowly transformed, though it was still a step away from becoming a true dragon's head.

Yang Mufeng nodded, looking at Yueyun with profound gratification, never expecting that she could perceive the issue with such depth.

Consequently, following the Meiji Restoration, Japan considered itself the premier superpower in Asia, and thus looked down upon all other Asian nations with arrogance, bullying every single one of them. In their eyes, only the strong deserved respect, while the weak were meant to be trampled underfoot.

One must bear in mind that the ancient immortal empire possessed hundreds of billions of subjects, yet those who attained this noble peerage could be counted on one's fingers.

Chen Xiaoran hoped to live as an ordinary person, which was why he disliked employing abilities like teleportation. However, Du Youyou was currently stained with a significant amount of blood; stepping outside in such a state would inevitably invite unnecessary trouble. Moreover, Du Youyou undoubtedly longed to find a comfortable place to rest right now.

At this very moment, right before my eyes, Zhao Qigong was straddling his motorcycle, transitioning from a smile to astonishment in the span of a mere second.

I examined the Xuanli Sword in my hand, sensing that enhanced by the blessing of the two giant dragons—one black, one white—and the dragon pearl, its power was far greater than before. If I were to clash blades with the Demon-Locking Chain now, I believed I wouldn't even need to use my full strength; the sheer might of the Xuanli Sword alone would be enough to sever that chain.

Wesley sighed, "Ah, let's sit down and talk." He then produced a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke, the atmosphere growing heavy and oppressive.

This was because if Feng Mu belonged to the Immortal Realm faction, his only possible purpose in coming to the Source Realm would be to enlist the aid of the Source Realm's various emperors and immortals. Whether he intended to help guide them in retreating back to the Source Realm or sought to bring people up to the Immortal Realm, neither outcome boded well.

I looked at him and smiled without speaking; he likewise looked at me without a word. Our gazes carried mutual appreciation and understanding. I did not speak, and he did not ask—what he understood, I grasped, and what I felt, he comprehended.

I looked closely for a moment and saw that the Yin energy within the gray jar was even denser, interwoven with faint wisps of residual soul consciousness.

Dian Feng felt as though he had ingested the most intoxicating elixir of dreams; he experienced a sensation of his spirit wandering beyond the heavens and his entire being suffused with profound comfort. Bathing in warm blood and lingering resentment brought him a trace of satisfaction, slowly awakening the latent murderous intent buried deep within his body.