On either side of the central boundary line were two long, layered mountain ranges that wound through the entire territory of the Great Xia.

With the passage of several hundred years, Ruoshui remained unbothered by the monotony, but Gu Liuxi was starting to feel a bit tired. However, she couldn’t resist Ruoshui’s pitiful persistence and always ended up accompanying her outside, only to be caught and brought back for confinement before they had even left.

Although she had gotten along quite well with the ferocious birds these days, she was uncertain whether this younger generation would stick to their original intent, especially after those golden eagles had shown such an unappealing side.

After going downstairs and seeing her son anxiously reminding her to call if anything happened, a chill spread through her heart.

Not only that, but due to its gentle yet persistent icy nature, the surrounding vegetation where the Linglong fruit grew was easily suppressed, resulting in mostly cold-resistant plants, with no possibility of the wondrous scenes of lush greenery typical of all seasons.

Could it be Liu Haichuan’s doing? Liang Shan suppressed his doubts, and after understanding the situation, he left the Dong family amidst their endless gratitude and headed towards Renhuai City.

Upon hearing his description, the other members of the Phoenix tribe also expressed their concern, asking about the situation there one after another.

Walking down the street, they became a stunning sight. The younger students from Yangquan High School couldn’t help but show astonished expressions as they saw Xia Chuan and You pass by.

However, no one could have anticipated that just days before the candidates were finalized, the board of directors suddenly appointed Lin Yinuo to be the executive director for Caesar. This was akin to a resounding slap in the face for Ma Dongya. Naturally, Ma Dongya would not take this lying down and displayed a sour face towards Lin Yinuo.

Thus, this year, the villagers who hadn’t planted rice flocked to Li Zheng’s house, where he led them to the Lin family to borrow rice seeds.

In his heart, he had a thousand and one desires to rush forward and bring her back, but he could only watch her playful figure and suppress those feelings.

At first, the Witch tribe was somewhat dissatisfied with these outsiders; they were happily gathered together, wondering what these people were doing here.

“I’m fine; you don’t need to go!” Lin Wanqing immediately understood that Xia Ming was a bit angry upon hearing this. She truly feared Xia Ming would beat these people up.

“About that, I must tell you, he is the most handsome man in the world, far more handsome than your Wang Qinghou. Your taste is really lacking,” Ning Zhixian said with a smug expression.

Fang Lei’s eyes turned cold, and his body suddenly froze. At that moment, Fang Lei felt as if he had grown taller, and his vitality surged violently, boiling like hot water. An incredibly powerful aura surged forth like a storm, directly tearing at Xia Ming.

Listening to Jin Rong always sweet-talking Qin Jiujiu made him not only envious but also a bit jealous.

He knew that if Xi Ruozhou didn’t return Fang Jueqian, he would never find her no matter what.

Salarshan had always rubbed Tong Yun the wrong way; she believed him to be a spoiled rich kid who wouldn’t have a genuine heart. Even if he did, she wouldn’t care. Her heart had long been given to Li Shiyao, leaving no room for others.

Perhaps it had been so long since Zhang Fan had seen others set up formations that he nearly thought he was the only one capable of it in this world.

“Fuling An…” The Grand Lady began but stopped midway, for she had already accepted this grandson. If she were to say again that Fuling An wasn’t Fu Heng’s son, wouldn’t that be like telling everyone that the Ninth Master had been cuckolded?

He cast a spell, and a beam of light shot forth, piercing the vast sky. With a loud bang, fireworks erupted from the blood moon, scattering like stars and illuminating everything around.

Something seemed off. According to the Seven-Colored White Pheasant, every beast in the forest was settled, except for the big bear here, which had a habit of vertical migration.

Compliments poured in for Duan Ran’s youth, praising his cultivation and elegance, like an immortal descended from the heavens.

It wasn’t that Su Xin was putting on airs; if she didn’t like someone, she wouldn’t accept their gifts. After all, Su Xin especially disliked owing people favors. She always returned gifts, but naturally, that didn’t refer to gifts that expressed love—those she had never accepted.

“Mr. Cang, we’d like to visit you and see how your watermelon field is doing. What do you think?” Song Tian Zhao proposed a request.

Cang Hai thought for a moment and decided it would be best to use his hands for this trip; he would bring out his ugly donkey when he returned.

The giant tiger behind Chu Yang was raging, fiercely clawing at Duan Ran, but it was useless. After several breaths, it turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

On the brink of death and extreme danger, Qin Wu unleashed her potential, wildly pouncing towards A Wan, kicking his foot away, desperately hitting the brakes, her palm rapidly twisting the steering wheel, her hand flashing as she pressed various control buttons.

Some people were even deemed ordinary humans incapable of evolution during their awakening, failing to awaken at all. Their cells and genes simply didn’t respond to the current laser stimulation to change physiologically. Yet, there were also those whose mental abilities changed, later becoming powerful psychics.

Just last night, the Tianxuan Sect announced a significant event: they would soon hold a grand ritual to worship the heavens.

Wen Su saved him, allowing him to continue existing in this world. She gave him a new life, a name, and the ability to think and feel.

Qing Cheng smiled, her eyes turning red again. The tears were definitely not from sadness or complaints but from joy—joy akin to rain after a long drought.

The chubby man’s expression turned serious as he looked at the two in front of him, then turned to the surrounding dozen or so proud-faced individuals. “Several captains, we will be responsible for holding these two back; the rest of you can act as you wish. Since you are here to assist, feel free to plunder anything except what belongs to my dark forces in the city.”

Qin Yanjun suddenly shook his head, thinking of his little sister Zhao Li. Was she this obedient when she smiled at sixteen?

“You!” Lin Yuxue’s words struck a nerve in Fang Qiaoan, causing her expression to change, yet she had nothing to retort.