In the following days, under Yang Hantian's guidance, Qin Yi and his companion explored every part of Shuiyue Grotto-Heaven. Yang Hantian's confidence was indeed justified; with fifty-five different spaces, each one was unique, a world unto itself, and all had the qualities worthy of any immortal paradise.

With no choice left, Li Shiqi held his tongue about formalities and dutifully climbed into the carriage.

It was well-known that even true descendants of the Wu clan like Ruan Hongshuang would suffer some backlash from using such defiant powers. How could the Witch God lend his power to an outsider without any reason?

"Mother, look at that old man! He walks like a duck!" Ying Yi whispered softly into Ying Ke's ear.

"Lu Ming, I won’t say much, but if you ever get the chance, I hope you’ll come back to visit us. Take care!" Stepping forward, Wan Muling held Lu Ming’s hand firmly, her face full of warmth as she watched him depart.

As mentioned before, the British Isles’ location off the European mainland gave it a unique advantage, free from the shadow of the Roman Empire. Yet, this also meant that its strategic depth was almost zero, making a sustained reconquest of Europe nearly impossible.

Yan Wan had long noticed that Yan Yixin always walked beside her on the roadside, positioning himself to block her from any oncoming cars.

Suddenly, the strong man felt his arm pulled, as though being yanked out of the mud. He found himself thrown toward the Gate of Blood, and when he realized where he was, he was only half a foot away from the entrance and filled with excitement.

Aqihan, seeing his soldier’s head, was so furious that his eyes reddened with blood. He slapped the low table in front of him with such force that the ministers fell silent, each wary of Baili Aoyun, the demon in their midst.

At these words, everyone was thrown into panic, glancing at one another and keeping their distance.

Everyone knew that seawater couldn’t be consumed, but it was the raw material for salt production. Thus, the benefits of artificial sweeteners came down to moderation—when controlled, they were safe, helping to limit calorie intake and protect teeth.

Liu Feng ordered the soldiers to clear a path, allowing the Divine Envoys to enter the Yao clan territory with the materials needed for their godly summoning. A million soldiers watched, feeling a sense of responsibility even if they held no loyalty to Da Qin.

Elsewhere, over a dozen demonic soldiers, each armed with a ghost-head broadsword, tightly restrained dozens of bound body cultivators, their faces pale, eyes closed, as if resigned to their fate.

Liu Feng saw the anger gradually fade from the Monkey Demon Saint’s face, as though he was immersed in the comforting plasma rays, even finding his head injury less painful.

Clearly, the opponent possessed an ancient artifact that could conceal his presence. At the instant the figure in black appeared, Han Feixue exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Du Yunlai immediately understood that Mayor Jiang intended to protect the two criminals inside.

However, as the empire’s air traffic regulations tightened, this once-efficient transport system neared collapse. The catapult towers of the Iron Tower hung limply, as though they’d lost their former vitality.

"Hey, hey, isn’t this a bit over-the-top?" Even Red Wolf, now visibly tipsy, stared blankly at the sound of Suzune’s voice.

"Oh! I don’t deserve that! You’re at least two years older than me, bowing to me like this—do I look old to you?" Dantai Qingyun laughed, dodging to a yard’s distance away.

Liu Huanzhen effortlessly moved the stone table, revealing a mysterious eight-trigram disk, his excitement uncontainable.

The entire crowd was astonished, as Shen Huairen’s words had almost mirrored their discussion, showing he had some skill.

"You did the right thing. Now, tell me about Wen Sinian. What’s your impression after interacting with him over the past few days?" Ye Fei nodded.

However, without the Trial Tower, the world of the Purple Gold Ring would surely lose its appeal for cultivators.

Tang Ming was too busy to spend time with Fox Mei’er, which explained why Mei’er had been in such a bad mood lately.

After this battle, not only did they slay countless demonic soldiers, but the two demon generals alone were enough to earn the Lin clan a reward of fifteen thousand mid-grade essence stones.

If they claimed it was to protect the human race against the invasion of the Demon Realm and ensure humanity’s survival in the Xuanyuan Great World, Li Daoran would not believe a word of it.

The so-called naming tradition wasn’t about an ancient sage predicting everyone’s names but simply that each generation shared one character in common.

Yan Qinglong exchanged glances with Leng Zhan, though they didn’t know what specific information Fu Tianyou had, they still nodded in admiration.

Having spent some time in the Tianming Sect, Zheng Qiu naturally recognized them, so he responded with a smile and paid his respects.

Understanding his intentions, she stepped forward gracefully, her face carrying a hint of shyness.

"Bastard! How dare you insult Lord Black Prison! Prepare to die!" The samurai from the Kao Kingdom were furious, raising their katanas and charging. The heavily injured snake tried to dodge, but weakened as it was, it could only watch as five katanas came down toward it. The snake sighed, closing its eyes.