Chapter 1089: The Charlatan

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

The ancient barbarian array diagram, composed of primordial strange runes, obtained from the Endless Wild Abyss, refined by the Great Wilderness's Lord Wuzhu, and later banned by the Shenhu Clan, was carved into a bone demon statue with a human face and goat horns…

This was what the Mo Sect's Second Elder, also the Great Wilderness's Lord Wuzhu, told Mo Hua before dying.

Now, he stood at the heart of the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array, at the core of the Flesh Labyrinth, upon the altar where the demon god's true body had descended.

And this altar was the demon god's…

Just as everyone's hearts ached terribly, another faint explosion sounded; the crack widened further, and countless silver ingots mixed with porcelain and jewels flowed out from within the mountain.

Tang Shaoyan laughed and groaned: "So after all this, you thought I came looking for a Monk? What for—chat about life, values, and worldview?"

Handing over the jade slip was equivalent to submitting a loyalty oath; Gu Shen Tu had no room to retreat—he could only walk this path to the end.

The common folk refused to believe the remedy worked because the previous harm had shattered their trust; as long as they could be made to trust the imperial court again, everything else would be easy. Shen Ninghua started with the children—she saved one life with a single move, and that alone was enough to awe the people of Pingcheng.

"Yuan Yuan, don't be afraid—Denis won't wake up anytime soon; before that, we can go over and kill those two dogs…" Qin Yan stressed each word, as if making a monumental decision.

The maid felt a flicker of disdain—after all, Madam Gu still treated her as an elder sister, but who in the capital didn't know Madam Gu was nothing but a bastard?

Now it seemed Yue Guangchen was still highly favored by the King of the Underworld's Sixth Court; this made killing him even harder.

Previously, the gulf between him and the Long Wang had been like a celestial swan and mud on the ground—unbridgeable. Yet now, even the Long Wang came to call him brother.

But after all… they had known each other a long time; in the end… even Su Nian himself couldn't believe Su Nian had never regarded Tang Xi as a friend.

Added to that, there were so many false Divine Fragments before him—if he were to comprehend them, Wu Liang truly had no time left.

Watching Sana carefully tying the scarf around his neck, Choi Ji-hoon felt his heart tremble uncontrollably.

For him, it was true—but for Na-ra, if she herself went to the company and brought this up, others would surely say she was immature.

The Purple Yang Sword, wrapped in spiky true energy, continuously stabbed at Fang Xiangshi, while its wielder stepped with Shadow-Stepping Footwork, evading the enraged Fang Xiangshi's attacks.

The breath of a ferocious beast filled every corner of the corridor; centuries of sediment had compressed this aura into an extremely dense form.

"These cannot be revealed yet—strictly confidential. I believe we won't disappoint you."

Slightly coquettish and proud—after all, her boyfriend was so obsessed with her figure; that was a kind of pride.

This insight confirmed for Wu Liang that Dragon-Tiger Force was the effortless control of immense internal power—every gesture and movement flowed with unbroken force, techniques echoing dragon roars and tiger roars, strength manifesting naturally in motion and stillness.

For a moment, neither knew what to say; even when they passed Jiang Yinan and Jiao Xiuyun in the washroom, they didn't greet them, washing in silence.

Past scenes now kept rising in her mind—each image made her inexplicably want to cry.

Luo Qiqi answered easily; she had guessed the other person was, like her, a half-baked English speaker, probably never even passed Level 4.

Following Yue Rui's gaze, everyone saw deep cracks now marred the surfaces of the three Questioning Pillars—Shi Zhu—shaking with the trembling ground, as if about to collapse at any moment, filling hearts with dread.