Chapter 177: Treasure and the Three‑Thousand‑Year Wait

The boundless desert, wind sweeping remnants of clouds, reflecting the morning sun on the horizon, outlines a stirring, heart‑shaking scroll.

City of Death Hamnatara stands silently in the endless sea of sand, like a mute giant, quietly watching the vicissitudes of the world.

Suddenly, a sparkling circle of sparks appeared before the statue of the Grim Reaper in the city, adding a different tone to this lifeless place.

When it first appeared, the circle was only fist‑sized; then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it flew fast.

Ganlu walked over to pick up the ball, and just as she straightened up, she saw the car window slowly lowered, revealing a handsome, composed face in her view.

I too must bravely take the first step; I, Binghe Qianyu, am no helpless egg for anyone to bully.

If Migong leads troops westward, the backyard will surely erupt in flames; the remaining commanders will none submit to another, and they will surely quarrel over who is in charge. Within days, the once‑strong Wagang Army will likely fragment from internal strife, and when that happens, the lone Migong marching west will probably not survive even morning to evening.

The Yongning Emperor would stop at nothing to find Empress Ren, so how could he let Prince Yi's fief slip by? Since her mother had staged a death to escape the palace, she would never go to Prince Yi's fief and walk into a trap.

Qian Lao didn't care at all; he merely glanced at the old man opposite him—that was his opponent. As long as he dealt with that old fellow, his mission was done; anything else was completely outside his considerations.

I never thought he was a fake, so I had no obsession with his trivial thoughts of winning; that's why I could focus on deciphering techniques I didn't know.

I slightly adjusted my breathing as planned, and with each breath I began to calculate the quality of the air.

The atmosphere instantly turned awkward—not only Li Dad, but Liu Yiqing and the fat guy stared at Li Shang with strange eyes, unwilling to speak for a long time.

Barriers are commonplace; if set up just a little cleverly, it's simple for others not to notice them.

Lin Yin Yue was also a bit curious—Shanan had closed its clinic these years; where exactly had it gone?

Cultivators have the advantage of versatile methods, while martial artists lack such variety; but when they meet on a narrow path, cultivators find it hard to survive the martial artist's fierce onslaught.

As the transformation continued, Mi Yue Long's body grew ever larger, and its surface once again burst forth with a light of advancement.

Just like just now, although it was only a simple motion, it had been calculated an unknown number of times, requiring enormous computational effort.

The ancient demon roared once, then was forcibly pressed back into the body of Mingzhi Tian, which immediately awakened.

Mingzhi Tian miraculously came back to life—not only was its withered diamond‑like blood absorbed, but even its injuries, the cracks in its skin, were fully restored, as if reborn and cleansed.

Yu Fan ordered him to send troops to attack Bei Mang, but his real aim was to use a borrowed knife to kill him, letting Bei Mang's cavalry do the deed.

Lin Yuan closed the door; he wasn't afraid of being peeped at, because the blind box itself is invisible to others.

However, as the Star‑Eating Beast's dragon claw reached out, the Divine Prison Tyrant Dragon's explosive power suddenly halted, and a sharp pain came from its heart.

The place where Tiamat descended was already near District 11; if the strong ones of District 11 still did not act, something would be wrong.

After Wang Zhonghua finished speaking, he still felt a stifled breath in his chest, a sense of oppression, and longed to let out a long whistle.

Or perhaps they subconsciously believed that the area behind them was absolutely safe, so they took no precautions at all.

Bai Xue Ning's ice‑rainbow sword, forged from her parents' flying swords, had indeed gained a spirit, but her own cultivation was still too low. Though the sword possessed a spirit, its intrinsic strength was insufficient, and its master could not supply enough mana, so she could not unleash its proper power.