Chapter 1061: The Great Wasteland Sacred Artifact

"Impossible!" Shangguan Wang's face darkened. "Impossible!"

He sneered. "How could this brat possibly possess a True Life Talisman?"

"He may fool others, but not me."

"His registration into the Grand Void Gate was submitted by my Shangguan clan—he was nothing but a poor, lowly cultivator from a backwater of Lizhou. A sect leader's illegitimate son? A patriarch's grandson? Purely bluffing, slapping gold leaf on his face."

The things she'd heard from others were nothing but praise—when had she ever been so bitter and cruelly humiliated by Xiao Yao?

"Two jars of aged spirit-fruit wine—mine from last year, still stored here—bring them out too. Add some spirit fruits and marine specialties." Gu Hao declared loudly.

"I understand," Hua Qianwu nodded solemnly. She knew the gravity of the matter too, yet still couldn't help glancing at the pond, almost unable to bear looking.

It watched the Dragon Spirit warily. Though it sensed the Dragon Spirit's threat, it refused to retreat—instead growing fiercer than before.

"We know too little about him," Emily also sighed. Had it not been for reviewing Kou Lei's life today, no one would ever have known what kind of man he truly was.

Lin Feng killed the monster while gathering the materials he needed. After another two days, he acquired nearly three thousand units of material and logged out from Huicheng.

"If the person who bumped into you was the suspect's accomplice, how did they coordinate the pickup? How could it be so perfectly timed?" Emily raised another question—identical to Zhang Chao's.

Even the words spoken by the Divine Calculator in the Immortal Tomb, and all he had witnessed through temporal rewind—now everything was revealed, though some truths were cruel.

Jiao Ba squinted. "Old Mai, why are you so certain?" Every time a critical moment arrived, Jiao Ba always doubted this old man's words.

"Not necessarily. The Immortal's curse is not unbreakable—what if the opponent truly steps across that threshold?" Yan Mo said coldly.

Far in the sky, a violent tremor erupted. Then, a pale purple radiance descended from above, cleaving the void as if splitting the sky itself, carving a long black gash across the gray-blue heavens.

Great-Uncle said: Be strong, never yield. You—you look like your grandmother, your character, your talent—all like hers. You push yourself to exhaustion. Greater ability means greater responsibility, greater pressure. Talent is a curse—it won't let heaven bless you until it drives you mad.

Su Jun's victory at Stalingrad had a tremendous impact on the Sino-German front and the entire course of the Second World War. The Battle of Stalingrad was the turning point on the Sino-German front, Su

began its counteroffensive.

"Watch closely—what is this?!" Bai Li Cangming finally pulled a plaque from his sleeve.

"Thank you for telling me so much. Goodbye!" Shi Hao waved to Su Momom, smiling.

Just as Shen Feng wanted to ask more, the sedan suddenly jolted—as if it had plummeted from high altitude to the ground.

Long Po suddenly spoke, her form flickering as she flew into the "Blood Pagoda." The Boar King and the Jade Sprite followed closely behind, entering with her.

"Wait," Du Manning called out, her gaze shifting to Yu Feng. His face was calm, showing no fear—even when the gun pointed at him, he merely stared back coldly. It was Du Manning herself whose entire arm trembled.

At first Chu Qing hadn't taken it seriously, but then he thought: Deng Feiyang was dead; Tong Sudong might well have met the same fate. After much deliberation, he sought the truth. He discussed it with Yu Fei, settled on several locations he believed Tong Sudong might go to, and then departed from Jingcheng.