Chapter 1097: The Great Wilderness Bone Slip

His spiritual sense was dim and heavy; though awake, he was utterly exhausted, his mind sea weighed down as if burdened with countless grievances and debts.

And before his eyes, everything was hazy.

Everything he looked at appeared half-black, half-white.

As if heaven and earth had lost their colors, returning to their most primal hues—black and white intertwined, evoking both the stillness of all things dead and the oneness of the Dao.

Mo Hua blinked hard again.

All things under heaven and earth

No expression could be seen on the youth's face; the Zhong family had been erased by the Yin-Yang Old Monster, his father Zhong Xian had been brutally killed in the capital of Wu, the monarch had cast the Zhong family aside like trash, and a thousand years of ancestral legacy had turned to dust—he was filled with bitterness and resentment.

Mu Mu glanced at the few of them; he knew the You Shang and You Xia brothers, and knew they had no even superficial ties to Bai Lang, and that they disliked Bai Lang as well.

"I don't like men!" Gong Shiqin suddenly felt something was off about her; she looked left and right until Di Baobao couldn't sit still anymore, and only then did he notice.

"You must rest well and don't touch that painting," Bai Lang said casually, revealing Mu Mu's fear.

"I'm fine, Sister Amy," the dark elf wiped her face and said firmly. Amyliya blinked in surprise, then nodded, pulling the dark elf to follow Yan Fei.

Because the jailer dared not get too close to observe Mo Liang—he feared Mo Liang would notice his strange expression—so he chose a remote spot to watch Mo Liang's every move. Yet Mo Liang never touched the food.

The two sat facing each other; Chu Tianxiong opened the red wine, poured a full cup for Song Yujia, then filled his own. Then both raised their cups.

The envoy from Yuefeng Kingdom, Di Yulian, had not yet been seen; their identity remained unclear. But if such important figures were harmed in Yanxuan, Yanxuan would face accusations from multiple nations, and war might reignite again. Thinking of this, how could Di Yulian not be furious?

At last, they had delivered Mo Liang, that "great Buddha," back to her room; Chu Tingchuan had kept his word and did not bother her again. But Chu Tingchuan had no time to bother her either. Chu Xuhua returned with him, and he knew Chu Xuhua had something to say.

This provoked someone to narrow his eyes and look down at her: "An Suqian, are you itching for a beating?" How dare she insult him?

She slowly approached Lord Li; in the instant their shoulders brushed, everyone in the garden clearly saw a flash of blade-light. Someone gasped, someone held their breath, someone smirked, and someone else… fell from a tree?

D. This "memorial" opens by stating Shu's situation is dire, urging Liu Shan to clarify governance and rule the state well—its sole purpose being to rescue Shu from crisis.

Lin Feng looked at Liu Jinya with a half-smile; this was the first time he felt slightly angry—not for any other reason, but because Liu Jinya had deceived him from the very beginning.

Long Xiao and the King of Hell had not left the room; they had merely concealed themselves. This fact, aside from Xuan Junyao, everyone knew.

The boss saw him, took in his appearance, and assumed he was a criminal, ready to drive him out.

Whoosh, whoosh—the powerful spiritual sense swept back and forth several times, then continued spreading farther and farther.

As soon as it touched the character "saint," a cataclysmic change occurred—even Yun Xiaozi, at the Eighth Transformation Nirvana Realm, was powerless.

"... Alright." The Miss took it, tilted her head, and gulped it down in one go; she was thirsty, and only returned the cup after drinking every last drop.

At dawn, birds outside the archive room chirped incessantly; dewdrops glistened like crystal on leaves and grass, each one making the plants appear tender.

As the weather warmed, the coastal salt fields resumed salt production, which also meant the Cross Shell could be fished again. So every half-month, Chang Le would fly with Tang Fang and Xiong Yao Shi to Langfang first, then pick up Li Ying before flying to the coast, where they stayed two days.