If even the Du Gu family couldn't get hold of it, then there likely weren’t many forces in the world that could.

Suddenly, from within the vibrant portal to the Celestial Realm, a powerful force appeared, pulling Chu Yunduan directly toward it.

Chen Tianying had been leaning against the door, and it was clear that she had also noticed what had just happened. She had previously asked Zhou Senlin about Xia Fan, but Zhou Sen had suggested she ask Lin Xia Fan directly. It seemed Zhou was right; there was no way to explain it all in just a few sentences, and even if it were her, she likely wouldn't remember exactly how to say it either.

The fourth trial was celestial signs—observing the movement of weather patterns and celestial bodies, predicting worldly changes through astrology.

The two Three-Tail Tribe members who had escaped were actually Wei Yan and Wei Liang, dispatched by the Eight Generals to monitor the situation.

Looking at the large number of beast-evolved creatures of the Sacred Beast rank, Lin Xiu’s eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

"Alright, let’s proceed with the attendance tasks. Those good with their hands can stay here and work, making one hundred sets in exchange for a single pill. Those less skilled will work in logging. Cut down one hundred trees at least five hundred years old, and you can choose a pill," Lin Xia Fan said to the eager young members.

Lin Xia Fan released his hold, and Chen Tianying’s outfit transformed into a white ceremonial dress. Under the lights, her large skirt billowed like a proud peacock.

"Now that he can actually feed you, it’s obviously different," Hou Peipei muttered, pouting.

But it was also possible that Shi Lan had been captured because of his own situation, and the Shadow Guards followed up on the lead, capturing as many as they could find, leading them all here.

Even though this world shared many similarities with her original one, who could guarantee they were identical? What if the land area was completely different?

"Yes." After saying this, Lin Ai fell silent, watching N2 quietly.

Many people had been studying this color tone, and now it was featured on the cover of a magazine. It was still stunning, as if a color from a world untouched by mundane reality—graceful and elegant.

Long before, he hadn’t known the true name of the silver-haired, single-horned elder. Even the detail of the Ancient Hall’s entrance being guarded by the Human Race’s highest authority was only something Han Dong had learned through occasional casual chats with Taichu Haogu.

Yet… Xuan Yi lowered his head, wiping his paw over the top of the cabinet, only to find there wasn’t a single speck of dust.

Du Meng lay on the bed, closing his eyes in despair and letting out a heavy sigh, as if trying to expel all the bitterness in his heart.

Dressed in a light blue short-sleeve shirt, Han Dong pushed aside the yellowing leaves hanging from his shoulders and looked around… all he could see were the clusters of trees blocking his view, making it difficult to see clearly.

This was an immensely powerful law of causality. Because in this world, the Green Lotus bore Pangu, and when Pangu died, the Green Lotus withered. These events were already “facts” that had taken place.

In the next moment, the surrounding scene changed once again. The previously still, mirror-like ocean rippled with waves, and the dawn sky was quickly replaced by a star-filled night. An incomparably powerful force was coalescing beneath the ocean’s surface, as a silent roar from the depths of the sea resonated throughout the world.

Immediately afterward, a faint, ethereal melody floated through the air, like the enchanting song of a siren from a fairy tale or the solemn hymn in praise of gods—a dense, layered harmony that kept ebbing and flowing, intermittently audible.

Yan Yu frowned. She could never have imagined that the emperor, so high and mighty, would act this way. Even in front of his ministers, in public, he acted with such disregard.

Making an angry face at herself in the mirror, she gritted her teeth, wanting to bite Su Yinzheng. But going out like this would be like walking into the lion’s den. She had no choice but to sit on the toilet, waiting for someone to bring her clothes, listening intently for any sounds outside.

The force in his grip gradually tightened, and Qiao Song stirred, though he barely had the strength to struggle. After trying a few times to push his hands away without success, his gaze showed a clear intent to kill—Su Yinzheng genuinely wanted him dead.

"What are you laughing at? Even Father praised me as more capable and intelligent than the Crown Prince. Do you think Father was wrong?" The Second Prince asked, slightly irritated.

"Mr. Da Jue Zai, would you mind discussing the reason for your visit to Han Tang?" Li Chen asked, taking a sip of tea and leaning slightly toward Da Jue Zai with a smile.

"Then what exactly is the essence of the opening of Heaven’s Gate and the closing of Earth’s Door?" Zheng Mengting’s curiosity was fully piqued.

Upon hearing this, the gentleman sighed, as though he were the most disappointed person upon realizing that "the head chef really couldn’t make beer-braised duck."

"Alright, alright! It’s my fault, I was wrong!" Xiang Ye quickly apologized. He couldn’t understand it—this girl seemed embarrassed lately, though she had never cared about such things before.

Even though he said this, if Ye Ruoyan really had a change of heart, he would agree without hesitation. It wasn’t about the car, but anything involving life made him especially sensitive.

She thought that if she’d insisted on stopping her brother from going out back then, would Tang Ge already be dead by now?

Han Du had set aside his pride, but he was being so stern—how could the conversation even continue like this?

The machinery they’d brought could only craft spatial tools, but to create other tools, they still needed a dedicated smithing workshop.

She opened her mouth to retort, but her good upbringing held her back, forcing her to squeeze out a slight smile.

The Heavenly Emperor extended a single finger, lightly pressing forward, and the divine abilities instantly recoiled, attacking Xia Dayu and the others.

Luo Bing seized Chu Qiushui, but was already at his limit, half-kneeling on the ground and struggling to breathe. Furious, Chu Qiushui shouted, "You traitor! If you have the guts, just kill me, or else you’ll regret it!"

As expected, the demonic beasts came, led by three demigod-level creatures commanding an army of one hundred thousand. The city lord called me a liar, and my comrades called me a traitor.

Forming the core meant he could no longer participate in the sect’s grand competition. While Foundation Establishment cultivators had their own arenas, the rewards didn’t include access to the restricted areas where the ancestor’s legacies were left.