Chapter 968: Every Grievance Has a Source

Intense, sinister, malevolent dark thoughts surged forth.

For a moment, heaven and earth spun, the four directions changed hue, the spiritual sense vision twisted, deformed, and dimmed, as if sinking into a gloomy abyss, suffocating.

Under this vast tide of dark thoughts, everyone's spirit trembled; even those at the peak of Jin Dan could not hold out, one after another their eyes glazed over, their foreheads darkened, and they slowly collapsed to the ground.

Mo Hua held out the longest, but barely.

The reason is simple: you're an unknown nobody, while you're famously renowned—if you're taken down, he'll instantly become famous, his name ringing loud.

Since I uncovered the secret of my own consciousness sea, I've felt danger lurking everywhere, making me anxious for everyone's safety—I always feel that everyone's deaths ten years from now will be my fault; should I have never returned?

"Big Brother Zhang Tong, I urge you to stop streaming. Don't you find this stream strange? Since you joined it, look at everything that's happened to you." Min Lan looked at me with concern, opposing my continued streaming.

Zhao Xingsheng was stunned by Zhao Yongqiang's ferocious expression, and only then did he vaguely realize that Zhang Mingyu was surely no mere employee of the Mineral Bureau—otherwise his third uncle would never have spoken to him so harshly.

"Classmate Plane, calm down." Ye Yu personally helped Zhi Tian Niu Yi to his feet; seeing the latter's dire state, his expression turned extremely grim.

Now that he had seen Long Er, Ye Xuan had no intention of wasting time—he must get the person out immediately, especially since the Lord of Ghost Gate was still alive; who knew what might happen later?

But Xia Mo had already started fighting; we couldn't abandon him. Without further thought, I gritted my teeth and swung my staff at Zhang Qi—suddenly seven or eight figures leapt out from behind him; Zhang Qi's eyes turned furious, he didn't dodge my strike, instead pulling a cleaver from his hand and slashing straight toward me.

Listening to the dial tone, I smiled faintly—this matter had finally found its resolution; now that I knew who the opponent was, I had a way to deal with them.

Shi Tian knew that with his current strength, he could never gain the Star-Moon Divine Palace's recognition, so under no circumstances could he obtain the divine artifact before him—the Star-Moon Divine Palace.

Those who came to challenge this dojo were no longer one or two times; each time they were driven out, and over time, everyone knew the dojo had a master in residence.

The next morning, Huo Zhang Sect quickly settled his official duties, then took Ji Longjun and two others, along with Luo Ji and four other large men, all dressed in martial attire, to a sealed training ground.

Even if Chen Ziling and Ning Qing'er went, changing the situation would likely not be simple.

Clutching his head in pain, Liang Jingrui didn't know why he had become like this—was it truly a curse?

If someone had been watching at the side at this moment, they would have been astonished by Ye Xiao's sword technique—truly divine, like the legend of Cook Ding dissecting the ox; wherever his blade touched, that spot would inevitably separate, as if encountering no resistance whatsoever.

Looking back now, only the mortal realm among the Three Realms was colorful. The Divine Realm and the Demon Realm were too starkly black and white—not fun.

Nan Xiang watched Ning Lady's breathing slowly calm, knowing she was no longer troubled, and left her room in peace.

Zhou Mingyang immediately gave Fatty a lesson; the others, stirred by his vivid description, all felt a creeping unease.

"No, Big Sister," Tian Qianqian wanted to explain, but her throat hurt terribly, speaking was difficult, and she didn't even know how to explain.

Chen Ziling frowned; though he possessed a Level Ten space, his mastery of space was still too low to cultivate this sacred art.

"Younger brother, what if we truly can't find him—what then?" said the red-robed middle-aged man.