Chapter 1107: Demon of Heaven

Mo Hua silently watched the strange rift in the room's void, frowning.

"Is this a void teleportation opened by the Ancestor?"

"Or is something else at work here?"

"What has happened to the Ancestor now...?"

Mo Hua's expression was solemn.

Should I go in?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

At this moment, at this juncture, no matter how you think, this rift must be problematic.

"Aren't you going to ask who I am?" The voice on the other side grew flippant again. But hearing this, it wasn't some expert—would an expert rush to show off like this?

Before the first blade-like sacred light struck his neck, Ye Xuan channeled his inner force through his entire body, summoning the great resolve to endure the destruction of his physical structure as he forcibly opened several channels from his stomach straight to his skin's surface.

Chi Shu Tong recoiled several steps in terror, only realizing he had nowhere left to retreat when his back hit the wall. The man sitting before him was no other than Xiao Yunqi, the armored general whom the spy had reliably reported had been beheaded by He Yunkē. He now sat in the general's chair, smiling faintly at Chi Shu Tong.

After his rebirth, Guanyin Bodhisattva seemed to awaken, slowly opening her eyes and gazing at the assembled gods and buddhas, then gently floating down from the air.

"Alright, don't worry—I'll make sure a patient, gentle girl from the e-sports club takes over and cares for you later," Coffee assured him repeatedly.

But here's a question: these two colorful stones—one fell into the Heavenly Pool of Kunlun Mountain; where did the other land? Could it have fallen into the Kingdom of Aolai in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent?

Gong Jinfei nodded, though slightly embarrassed by the rejection, he could only let it go. This was much improved compared to his former self.

In past struggles for the Firecloud Flower, the prodigies and demons of the Three Alliances rarely died; they mostly perished during the contest for the Firecloud Qi.

As the year-end approached, the entire Liang Empire was entering its final New Year celebrations, but this year was vastly different from all others. Not only had the Emperor changed, but the territory had split—half the land now lay under the control of the Southern Tang. How would the people in these territories spend this new year?

The money bag's hook came loose, but my hand never released the clasp; with a tug on the handle, I pulled both the bag and myself toward the cave entrance. Luckily, I'm strong—if not, no ordinary person could carry a hundred-pound bag in one hand, let alone against the resistance of well water.

His conclusion was merely a judgment drawn from the partial data he had seen—it could only be called a highly probable hypothesis; whether it was true or false, accurate or partial, required further research and validation.

He pulled the thin blanket over him, lay down beside him, gazed at his face, and rested his hands behind his head.

"I know, I believe you!" Yang Chuchu also felt her personality had flaws, and she was trying to change herself.

For some reason, thinking of this, her eyes grew slightly moist—what was wrong with her?

I stepped forward slowly. Ouyang Shuntian turned around; we faced each other, yet neither knew what to say.

"Tell the driver to find a pharmacy—I'll buy you a band-aid. You can't go out like this; it needs disinfecting!" Ye Zimo said seriously.

Since the concept of magic first emerged in human history, people have continuously sought out the firm truths of the universe.

After walking further, it was already four in the afternoon; without sufficient sunlight, the Great Ming Mountain was cold and dark.

Since the necessary events had already occurred, Xiao Xin had no more need for roundabout thoughts.

Bai Meizhu had already brought a few demon soldiers to the Tianling Spring in Yaozhou to await Zhao Yi; this Tianling Spring, as its name suggested, was indeed a spring, surrounded by bamboo, somewhat desolate.