With a wave of his right arm, the celestial general summoned a projection of a memory in midair, showing the encounter with Linghu Yunfei at the Vice City Lord’s residence.

Thinking about Qin Tianchen’s recovery and their inevitable separation afterward, her heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions, leaving her unsure of what to do.

But their path forward was anything but smooth, as countless dark creatures lay hidden in the shadows.

This journey involved the concept of using overwhelming force to break through all barriers and hinted at the idea that all paths ultimately converge. Even if different methods are used to reach enlightenment, the ultimate goal is the same—to cultivate one’s strength, evolve, and transform, eventually reaching a unified destination.

When Shi Dong heard this, he wasn’t surprised. After all, as their shop’s operations improved and profits soared, he had discussed the matter with Shen Yuxuan multiple times. However, Shen Yuxuan insisted that since their shop followed a high-quality approach, opening branches wasn’t an option.

Kun Ruosi hesitated in disbelief but released another burst of fiery essence to confirm. The outcome was the same—no abnormalities occurred.

"Your subordinate thanks the sect master!" cried out Eastern Command Marshal and eleven other generals at the peak of the Domain Embryo Stage, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces as they knelt before Tan Yun.

“Myths often originate from reality. I can tell you with certainty that the Orochi exists. I have seen it,” Kagura Chiba said solemnly.

“So be it. Since you insist, don’t blame me if something goes wrong,” True Lord Slayer of Demons replied in silence.

In just four short years, Tan Yun’s rapid advancement in the Four Arts was so terrifying that people would scarcely believe it if they heard.

Gifted with the radiant flame of violet light, he practiced a mystical technique of insight, training in isolation, unaffected by worldly affairs. Through deep contemplation, he perceived all beings from the farthest corners of the land—mountains, forests, animals, people, even distant tribes—all coming to honor him.

During his studies in modern Earth-based knowledge at school, Xiao Moxu’s cultivation had granted him perfect memory, making his learning process infinitely easier. Yet, this advantage only applied when compared to ordinary students.

Because the school was built on a slope, there was a significant height difference between the classroom building and the sports field, offering a dynamic backdrop for the film crew’s scenes.

“The police station is in trouble. When we were on our way back, a large group of zombies suddenly ambushed us, and Wei Chuang… she…” She didn’t finish, but I understood what had happened.

These palace servants had remained by his side and received careful training, learning to act appropriately and gracefully, always meeting his expectations.

Huang Ting’er stopped her ghostly form mid-flight under my piercing gaze, staring back at me with a chilling, wary look.

Upon his blessing, the heavenly demons vanished, and the gods from all directions bowed before him. As he journeyed through the Five Peaks, traversing rivers and mountains, the mountain deities presented him with rare jade herbs as gifts.

“Class, we have a new student joining us today. Let’s all give them a warm welcome,” announced the homeroom teacher from the podium, introducing the new arrival to the class.

The first palace was named Palace of Everlasting Shadows, the second, Palace of Retribution, the third, Palace of Resilient Might, the fourth, Palace of Tranquil Wrath, the fifth, Palace of Seven Spirits, and the sixth, Palace of Unyielding Battles.

At that moment, Nezha descended from the sky, his rotund back colliding with the Azure Crow, with some areas even bleeding.

Outside, under the radiant moonlight, he gazed at the round, silver disk, as a memory of those silver eyes resurfaced in his mind.

Moreover, he now understood his mistakes and knew what to do—so why was there a need to continue scolding him?

After a brief rest, I had a simple meal and we resumed our journey. The police officer’s whereabouts were still unknown, and I couldn’t help but worry about his safety.

The rare chance to show off in the village was gone… she felt a pang of disappointment.

Turning to Fuxing Fanfan’s parents, I advised them to perform good deeds to counter the karmic burden they’d created. Doing so would bring them benefits in the future; there are many ways to practice kindness, but they must avoid evil deeds from now on.

People seem to enjoy spreading alarming news. Just a slight rumor, and they start sharing it with everyone around them.

She decided to consult a distant relative for advice. Hearing her situation, he suggested a chant to ward off spirits if the wrong one appeared and inscribed a few lines on her back with cinnabar for extra protection.

“Stand down!” Jin Shanghua commanded, glancing at the gun on the table. Instantly, his four bodyguards stepped back behind him.

Though only fifteen, the young Qiao Zhicai had, upon returning from Dali, risen to lead a fleet of five merchant ships on the sea, with his older brother Qiao Zhiyong’s support.

In Chu He’s opinion, these actions weren’t effective and contributed little to his future plans.

Chen Yang and his companions exchanged looks, unsure how to respond to the imposing figure in front of them.

With a change in circumstances, she knew she had to carefully arrange the remaining matters to avoid impacting any innocent bystanders.