Chapter 977: Omen

In the realm of consciousness, beneath the Dao Stele.

Mo Hua sat in deep meditation, calming his spirit, waiting until his Dao heart became a clear mirror—neither sorrowful nor joyful, undisturbed, perfectly sealed—before reaching out to grasp the slender thread of Jin Guang Jin Yicai, third-grade divine essence, swallowing it whole and instantly refining it.

The third-grade divine essence appeared but a single thread, yet it was immensely vast and exquisitely pure.

A supremely pure divine thought instantly flooded his entire body.

The pure gold marrow fused into the limbs and marrow of Mo Hua's divine thought avatar.

"Go? Miss, I have no sense of direction at all—I get lost after five hundred steps. Where exactly are you telling me to go? And may I ask, Miss, what is this Qingyun Sect? Is it a government office?" Han Xiao continued to pester without letting up.

Ye Bai could no longer hold back; he released Lin Fei and Yu Man's hands, flashed forward, and stood before Xu Rui and Tu Laduo on the stairs.

Tao Yue was one of Li Donghao's most capable generals; he had come to this Eighth Battalion Summit and now stood behind Li Donghao.

His words were cut short, for Jin Jiang had already rushed over and clamped his mouth shut.

The vast, boundless Wind-Fire Mother River flowed ceaselessly before him, as if playing a symphony of life; Ya Dong closed his eyes and felt as though the gentle waters were washing his soul, and listening to the flow, he felt utterly at ease.

Yao Yao's tug, fueled by anxiety—fearing the waiting diners would take Chen Xinghai's seat—generated force from emotion, and in her haste, she applied force abruptly; Chen Xinghai stumbled, toppled onto the seat beside Yao Yao, and, unable to control his fall, lurched forward toward her face.

Xu Rui knew this would cost him his dignity, but after descending the stairs, he still forced a faint smile.

Since then, Wang Bugui had dared not think of stealing any animals again; he faithfully chewed on ancient herbs from the forest and drank morning dew, occasionally receiving strange spiritual herbs from Yun Jinghong to eat.

"The nation's power is immense—you don't need some commoner worrying about it," Peng Beibei said.

After a while, the boys finally returned from the dance floor, dragging Han Xiao along, satisfied.

Yi Xuan also felt regret—he had sensed the absence of any living thing in the ruin was abnormal upon entering, but after finding the Ten Thousand Swords Palace's scripture legacy, he had been solely focused on arranging personnel, forgetting the anomaly entirely, leaving both of them in peril. As Yi Xuan berated himself, the blue-armored iron ants across from him changed again.

Time returned to the present; Lu Yanran hurried into the Heavenly Xuan Mountain Grand Hall, where Bai Daoyi and others had all gathered, seemingly discussing some great matter.

The Chairman of the Imperial Magic Evaluation Council also saw his friend, the Principal of the Imperial First Academy 【Kong Yuan Shan】, wearing that inscrutable smile.

Seeing the defeated and wounded Shen Muyun, Feng Yuerong's heart tightened; she wanted to go over and check on her, but seeing Liu Ruoxi tending to her, she stayed put. Now that Ji Yifan had defeated Shen Muyun, it was time to announce the final result.

Just after nightfall, twenty thousand demonic cultivators returned and resumed their assault on the Sumeru Golden Giant Array; colorful spiritual lights rippled across the array's surface, illuminating the surroundings of Yong'an City as brightly as daylight; Yi Xuan and others climbed the city walls again, preparing to fight once more.

At the high point of the ancestral temple sat a wooden chair; an old man with white hair sat upon it—he was the village chief of Chengjia Village, wearing a dark blue robe with white buttons down the front.

Such a commotion immediately alerted Du Zhan Tianxia, Fu Qianying, and Nangong Yan, who were still scanning from the eaves.

Behind the neckline, one must inevitably seek someone to relieve one's tension—that is common sense.

Ouyang Daier's relentless, forward-driving aura on the arena deeply shocked Cao Peng; compared to her current frailty, this reversal stirred many thoughts within him.