Chapter 1134: The Twenty-One Marks and the Dao of Cause and Effect

"Kill all the Liezulie Sect ancestors of the Canglang Sect…?" Old Man Zhao's face turned pale.

"The Liezulie Sect ancestors of the Canglang Sect aren't your ancestors—so what does it matter…?" Mo Hua said.

"This…" Old Man Zhao's expression turned bitter.

Because the Liezulie Sect ancestors opposed his becoming sect leader, this Young Master Mo had killed every ancestor of the Canglang Sect's lineage, then painted his own blood seal and "officially appointed" himself as Canglang Sect's leader.

Finally, with less than a few breaths left until midnight, people looked up—the full moon hung as if perched atop the twenty-first story of the Yellow Crane Tower; the dark blue sky was silent and mysterious, all around utterly still.

White walls, red lacquer, red eaves and brick tiles; red apricot branches leaned out from within the walls, their blossoms pure and translucent, glowing with a fleshy pink hue.

Ajiu stood up angrily, "Whoever picks it, whoever's responsible. Brother, you're busy—I'm leaving." She stomped out, face sour.

His mother's sudden arrival angered Mo Jiang, but seeing her aged form and hearing her ramble about the family's hardships, he felt a flicker of sympathy; most crucially, she was too much of a handful—he needed to settle her down first, then send her home.

Shang Yu's words harmed no advantage to the Crown Prince, merely insulted the Prince and his concubine a few times—why then was the Crown Prince so enraged?

Wan Qi didn't explicitly say anything, but this sentence revealed her dilemma. Something blocked her, preventing her from enrolling in this major.

Thus, this group of more than twenty walked strangely through the sea of flowers; besides footsteps, not even a heavy breath dared be made, and the atmosphere grew deeply eerie.

The purple dragon's body coiled upward, head raised, gazing at the heavens, freely absorbing boundless sunlight, causing the purple flames all over its body to swell even more powerfully.

When the magic bullet struck Pixino's spiritual shield, though it exploded violently, it did not unleash destructive energies like lightning, fire, or gales—instead, it rapidly spewed forth vast clouds of black smoke, thick with poison.

He realized every move he made was under the Supreme God's gaze—not just his main body, but even this avatar had not escaped notice.

Moreover, these heavenly dao forces seemed untouched by Tianwu Continent's heavenly dao, as if all rivers flowed to the sea, surging into Luo Han's body.

"Then I'd rather not have this opportunity," Ye Shikai couldn't help complaining—who in their right mind would travel two thousand years into the past for treasure, and on a one-way ticket at that?

But the situation was nothing like they imagined; the Chaos Eye was a special place, yet it seemed utterly powerless to stop Qin Feng's soul from dissolving—they could only watch Qin Feng's soul lamp gradually dim.

The Western Heaven's response was to help, yet the geniuses from the other three realms all wore smiles—though they didn't know that the Sons' Battlefield now differed from its previous openings; at least, that white-robed man was a being who should never have appeared.

Because with his Reincarnation Heavenly Eye activated, he could now perceive far more than before—and when he saw the distant scene of the Immortal City, he truly felt a twinge of caution.

Aside from those newly born and nearly desolate worlds, Wang Yan's world ranked at the very bottom.

The Wa country has already moved—they all believe he's dead. This is an opportunity; if handled well, he could trap and destroy a large number of Wa country onmyōji.

"So that's an exoskeleton." Exoskeleton-bearing creatures aren't rare, but regardless of the species, their exoskeletons are extremely tough—their damage resistance goes without saying.