Chapter 1066: Mi Tian

Qianxue Province, Lundaoshan, Guanjian Tower.

A group of patriarchs from the Shijiahe Sect and other clans still gathered in the main hall, observing the situation and overseeing the entire picture from Guanjian Tower, the highest point of Lundaoshan, continuously issuing orders to suppress the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array across Qianxue.

But now, the situation had changed again.

The blood sacrifice array, previously suppressed by various forces and crushed by Dao Ting Si, its spread halted, suddenly resumed its glow, radiating bloodlight.

But it was too late now—the words were already spoken, impossible to take back, so facing the glasses-wearer's resentful gaze, Jin Jiu La could only offer an apologetic expression.

"Huh?" Duncan spread his hands, gazing innocently at the referee—he knew that move had probably been too forceful; Sun Zhuo might truly have been outmatched, but there was certainly some acting involved.

Above, Guanyin Bodhisattva looked utterly bewildered—was that "sharp-tongued" Monk really the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi?

Then a letter from Li Mingqiu arrived, igniting boundless hope in her, making her believe all those prior events had been lies told by Zheng Xiuyan.

Hearing this, Park Sooyeon's face flushed with embarrassment, but the other's words were true, and with the shadow of what had just happened still lingering, she felt she truly ought to do as suggested.

"Bold words." This elderly Eastern man was the patriarch of the Eastern Clan of the Hidden Martial World; this time, the Eastern Clan gained the most, so their clan head had come in person—over thirty men, including five top-tier fighters from the Eastern Clan, the rest a fusion of various families.

No other faction could possibly possess Super Energy, but they did—and Xiao Cheng had ordered strict containment and secrecy; only Wu Laosheng himself knew of the Super Energy within the entire base camp.

This possibility was high—the ones who took the Queen had never seemed like gentle, reasonable people.

The fading color of the Mojin Token clearly indicated that this corpse on the ground was the true self.

"Take this body, find a safe place to hide!" These were An Yuan Ni's final words to Tie Zheng.

The python-robed man was surprised: "A guest from Mingzhu? Which noble family's daughter? Someone who can play such a melodious tune isn't ordinary. When did Mingzhu become acquainted with someone like this?"

"Wait! If you can assist the Yingluan Lishi, you will surely gain a rare opportunity—something every body-cultivator dreams of!" the Shopkeeper's eyes darted, and he shouted loudly.

Junlin clearly saw Liang Qiu pause slightly at those words, his shoulders trembling violently.

Zheng Mama truly thought the old madam was overthinking—Madam Da was compassionate, managing the entire household inside and out with perfect order, and she was extremely filial to the old madam. For over a decade, she had daily paid her respects—

yet the old madam never favored her, and continued to remain wary of her.

Among the strike teams dispatched by Lar Rhein, this was undoubtedly one of the strongest.

In just half a year, Panlong Valley had undergone a complete transformation; with so many powerful cultivators guarding it, even the Evil Tower would find it difficult to launch a casual assault.

A flash of spiritual light—the door to the Spirit Cultivation Chamber opened, and Duan Hongchou stepped out, dressed in red brocade. She carefully studied the visitor, silently sighing inwardly—what a tall, robust, handsome man.

Snow fell until dawn, with no sign of stopping. Those who stepped outside and felt drowsy merely scooped a handful of fine snowflakes into their palms and rubbed them against their faces—immediately, they became much more alert.

As the cultivators stared in surprise, they involuntarily inhaled some of it—and instantly felt a wave of heat surge through their bodies; some meridians previously blocked from overuse of spells began to clear, and they joyfully seized the chance to unblock them further.