Chapter 1077: The Demon God

In a deep, utter darkness, a golden light flared, coalescing into a bridge of spiritual awareness, stretching toward the distance.

Upon the awareness-bridge, a speck of starlight ignited.

Then, the void rippled, spiritual thoughts surged, and one after another, Primordial Spirits emerged.

Wenren Wan, whose spiritual awareness had taken form through the Great Dream Heaven's guidance.

And fourteen cultivators from Qianxue Province, each above the Feather Transformation realm.

Of these fourteen cultivators, ten were Feather Transformation, four were Void Penetration; if

Since Tang Hao recognized that voice as belonging to Lopez, how could the defenders of Miraculous Fortress not recognize it?

Thirty years ago, Qin Yang had only eight Dharma Phases; now he has eleven. Over these thirty years, Qin Yang had fused countless space crystals and various heavenly treasures into his Furious God Domain and Sky-Obscuring Demon Hand, increasing their power severalfold.

The establishment of the South Ocean Nations Alliance also cemented China's dominant position in Asia, objectively preventing the widespread colonization of Asian nations by European powers as occurred in another timeline, and shaping world development into two balanced Eastern and Western systems.

"Chen Han..." Jing Aoxue could not stop the flood of tears, her gaze poisoned as she glared at Aivela, who paid it no mind whatsoever.

Since Lin Feng's performance yesterday, Chen Cheng had come to regard him as a master; though his tone no longer bowed in deference, he now treated Lin Feng as an equal friend, and wherever he went, he felt he must first ask Lin Feng's opinion.

The empty street showed no light from either side's buildings; all visible was ruin. One day prior, this had been a thriving city; now it was a dead city.

"Please, make yourself at home." Zhong Tian was a sensible man; hearing Lin Sheng's words, he understood instantly, nodded, and ordered the onlookers to disperse. He also stationed guards nearby to bar all entry.

Lin Feng was quite willing to disrupt this atmosphere—in fact, he had come here tonight specifically to disrupt it.

"Three from our sect, twenty-one allies from other sects—but Qin Yang possesses the ability to devour spiritual awareness. Had we not outnumbered them and surrounded them, they would have escaped already," Mo Xi said.

"Then it's settled. I'm not familiar with this place at all—thank you, Miss Duan, for guiding me." Lin Sheng nodded; he had never been here before, and having someone lead the way would save much time.

"But having more people means mutual support," Qiao Yu blurted out, echoing words others had once told her.

"I knew you filled in another hole again." Zhao Chengping examined several bamboo slips—why did Boyi Kao enter Chaoge? His purpose... The final few slats were smeared with ink, precisely the events of last night.

"What is this?" Zhao Chengping took the bag, opened it—"Damn!" Inside, radiant light blazed; caught off guard, he was blinded by the glare, tears streaming, vision blurred. He blinked for a long time before regaining sight.

The atmosphere inside the room grew awkward again. The younger generation had never seen their elder look so unreasonable; they were so ashamed they wished for a crack to crawl into.

"Enough. They don't care about your kindness. Look at how they're dressed—they're probably not normal people," said the heavier player seated beside them.

After all, Qin Ye's profession is celebrity, so he often still needs to dress modestly.

Tsunade and the others exchanged glances, then ultimately agreed to Jiraiya's request. Though their mission was to return Uzumaki Jiraiya to the Land of Whirl, their primary objective was to serve as reinforcements for the Land of Whirl; since Jiraiya had spoken this far, they naturally would not refuse—after all, ninjas must complete their missions.