Chapter 158: The Path to the Great Dao Is Narrow; Yulou Must Push Forward Hard (1.13W)

The life of a cultivator is not entirely dramatic; though dramatic moments sound heroic, they often come with risk.

After the turmoil at the Dropwater Sky Hall, Wang Yulou's cultivation in the Dropwater Cave stabilized.

No fools came to bother him, no vicious enemies launched covert attacks.

Even under Red Carp True Person's threats, Yuan Daoshen occasionally sent Wang Yaohai to the River Bend Fishing Port to check on Yulou.

After all,

Rather than a planet, it was more like a mobile space fortress, a colossal vessel gleaming like the full moon.

Named a Daoist temple, yet her arrival drew countless dashing youths—some reciting poetry within its halls, others sparring with martial heroes—until the temple became livelier than the red-light alleys.

He drove hard to the 45-degree rib area, stopped abruptly, faked a shot, sidestepped Bennett, then used a step-up motion to create space and sank a bank shot for two points.

That sequence had the feel of Olajuwon, and the soft hook shot landed cleanly for two points.

Zuo Yi said the fewer times they met, the better—meaning he hoped incidents of transcendental loss of control would occur as rarely as possible.

After flying out of the South City Gate using spirit flight, Guo Yitian immediately summoned the Azure Dragon, mounting its back to race at high speed toward the Li family compound in Suzhou.

Greg Smith tried again to grab the offensive rebound, but Li Liang held him firmly behind.

Watching Gu Henghai's back, Gu Tian'en squinted slightly—some matters truly needed careful handling.

As the connection to the energy core was severed, Yuan Shi's body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.

"Naturally—the True Cultivation Alliance never recruits outsiders. This rupture must have a reason, and joining the True Cultivation Alliance isn't without merit," said Chengtian Dao.

Though Wu Shaobai looked frail enough to collapse at any moment, his tone was utterly unquestionable.

Lin Yu said the same words three times; this time, the Evil Lord's side fell silent for a long while, then erupted in roaring laughter that shook the nine heavens and obliterated the four directions.

Wang Zhiran looked over and indeed saw a long-haired man in a tank top and dress pants walking toward him.

With the Yuan Ying-era old monster Xiao Yaozi as escort, Chengtian and Xu Changde felt far more at ease—they traveled with laughter and talk, recounting the full story of this affair to Xiao Yaozi.

The blade's radiance instantly sliced through space, severing his leg as it stepped through the rift; black mist surged, black blood gushed forth.

Within the Ice Palace grounds, warmth lingered like spring, fire trees and silver flowers shimmered in dazzling splendor, like a legendary utopia, filling the heart with joy and clarity. Advancing forward, one saw rows of houses, residents laboring outdoors, and the palace's silhouette, veiled in mist, gradually sharpened—sacred, elegant, grand and majestic.

Xiao Yurou sat with Zhong Yuwei, still holding a kite, chattering away; Bai Shu looked at the kite and sighed softly.

Far beyond ordinary mortals, he still showed no sign of fatigue; at this moment, Xuan Bing's spiritual sense withdrew from within the Ice Soul Sword's inner world.

Zhu Ning and Zhu Yan both bowed in assent, stepped forward to greet Zhou Yu, called him brother, and invited him to stroll outside the hall; Han Yi remained inside with Zhou Shang, discussing his governance since assuming the post of Taishou of Lujiang.

But the key point was—he was currently locked in a struggle with the Dragon Qi; if the swordlight delayed him even a moment, he'd have to face the Dragon Qi head-on. Dragon Qi was the king of all qi, backed by the power of an entire nation, exalted beyond measure—even divine spirits retreated before it, let alone the Dragon Qi in full eruption, which was terrifying.

During this time, Xudanzi emerged several times from the stone pillar; seeing Tianlong's state, he nodded in satisfaction, did not disturb him, and after a moment of deep concentration, slipped back into the pillar.