Chapter 919: Breakthrough

Mo Hua slept a good night's rest.

He usually didn't sleep at all, devoting nearly all his daytime and nighttime hours to cultivation and drawing arrays.

Especially after midnight, with the Dao Stele present, he practiced the array countless times each night.

But after enduring several fierce battles, plus a transcendent battle of spiritual sense, the pressure on his mind sea, and the depletion of his physical body, Mo Hua truly couldn't hold on anymore, so he let go of everything and slept soundly.

Aunt Xiuqin went to the restroom to wash her hands before sitting down; Uncle Zhang also took a bottle of wine from a crate of alcohol and placed it on the table before sitting.

The fighting platform built for this tournament had not yet seen any disciples compete on it; all matches were held in other open areas of the training ground, perhaps because they weren't qualified enough, or perhaps to allow the Dean and other academies' Mountain Lords and instructors to observe.

Looking at the ten thousand lights below, Ye Chen gazed up at the moon, much larger than Earth's, and suddenly remembered a poem.

He had no memories or information from the original owner of this body; the only thing he knew was that the original owner had starved to death in this world of survival of the fittest and strength as supremacy.

Zhang Ming gave a bitter smile; it wasn't the first time someone had advised him, but if it were truly that easy to persuade him back, he wouldn't have struggled so hard for all these years.

Downstairs, Ying Linna and the puppet Lin Yi were already waiting in the corner; they must have bought their gear long ago but couldn't disturb Wang Chen, so they had no choice but to wait there.

"Coward! Despicable!" Wu Qing Suiyue cursed several times; just moments ago the victory was certain, yet in barely thirty seconds, everything had turned upside down—his companion dead, his forces annihilated—he simply couldn't process this sudden change.

He had originally believed his powerful return would crush Tianchen and establish his authority, but who could have imagined such a terrifying situation?

At this moment, abandoning his sword, Wei Wujì's move seemed foolish, but to Shi Bao, it was a nightmare.

But Chen Yun was under great pressure too; after holding out for half an hour, his Qi hadn't depleted much, but his spiritual sense felt weary. He realized that if he relied too heavily on the Great Sun Treasured Lotus Seal for defense in future battles, his spiritual sense would not withstand it—the strain of controlling the Lotus Leaves was simply too great.

Now it's better—technology has advanced, and any issue can be detected with an ultrasound beforehand. In ancient times, when technology was undeveloped, like during the Qing Dynasty, even among commoners giving birth, let alone among nobles' ladies, childbirth was by no means guaranteed to be safe or smooth.

Chen Yun's heart jolted—he hadn't expected Xiao Xiao to ask this. If he admitted he was pretending to be her temporary spiritual partner to take her home, he didn't know how Ke Xin and Feng Xiao Xiao would view him; his lofty image would surely plummet instantly, and he couldn't help but feel alarmed.

The angel's voice was embedded within a special electromagnetic wave, allowing every robot to clearly receive this message.

An elephant passed through the forest, with elephant camp staff chasing behind it, but it had no real impact on people along the path.

After humans saved Quel'Thalas from the brink of destruction, the elves swore loyalty and friendship to the Arathorian Kingdom and the bloodline of Solamir, and for the next two thousand years, humans and elves coexisted in peace.

Upon hearing the general's words, the most complex reaction came from Legholl, bearing the title of "White House Envoy"; he lowered his head slightly, appearing troubled and disappointed, or perhaps having overcome his inner fear and tension, his thoughts now stirring anew.