Chapter 228

In fact, as an ancient city near the outer reaches of the Great Yu Imperial Court, every era saw young warriors pass through its gates, often clashing with foreign races; alone in the past ten thousand years, the wars erupted within Nine Heaven Xuan City were too numerous to count.

It was about one meter and forty-five centimeters long, with a shoulder height barely approaching one meter, resembling a larger canine.

For mages, the extradimensional space was no difficult thing—mages understood extradimensional space best of all… Powers like Alriga could replicate it in an instant.

“Then, just now you mentioned the Heart Labyrinth—do these maze puzzles relate to the Heart Labyrinth?” Yin Shengzhi asked.

Without expression, showing no joy or anger, yet those around him suddenly felt a tightening in their chests, every hair on their bodies standing on end, goosebumps rising, a shiver coursing through them.

He understood that Dan Tai Xuan spoke truthfully—she would not be harmed, but if he stayed, the only outcome was death.

Long Qingyu had no idea how Gong Huasheng had discovered him in Lintao Prefecture, but he didn’t believe the man had been following him; it could only mean Gong had happened to see him there.

To be honest, given the nature of vengeful spirits, unless they brought it upon themselves, tracking them down and killing them was quite troublesome.

He grabbed the bat knight by the throat, then swung his fist, striking again and again.

The group did not take the usual path, but a shortcut—they believed that as martial cultivators, they had no reason to fear beasts or danger. Even Dongfang Changsheng was considered among the top young talents of the martial world.

Her bangs had clumped into strands, her face sunburned crimson. I was combing through my wind-tangled hair when Lian Pian’s fingers lightly poked my waist twice.

“...” She knew perfectly well that Su Bei was using her as a shield—by keeping her close, even those armed with guns outside would dare not act.

Or perhaps these white-clad figures weren’t human at all, but spiritual entities—the true spirit cultivators had never come, instead sending forth the spirits they raised to do their bidding.

Beautiful, tragic love stories have never been in short supply; we merely fill our own tales into the frameworks others have already written. But we cannot transform into butterflies—we must walk alone through the ravines and deep valleys of reality.

The troop set out, heading straight for Southern Chu State. When they reached the gates of Chang’an City, a brilliant yellow figure atop the gate drew immediate attention—beside him stood none other than Empress Dong Jingya.

All evidence received by Situ Jingxia and Situ Jingliang had been distributed by Situ Jingxia to every member of the Situ clan.

After speaking, Mu Qinglian did not wait for Shangguan Ruoxi’s reply—Dong Qingcang immediately picked up the medicine chest, bowed to Mu Qinglian and the sleeping Shangguan Sheng, and took his leave.

Jun Qianxi’s fingers involuntarily gripped her robe, her gaze falling upon the Ten Thousand Phenomena Forest in her hand.

The old madam and Lady Zhao exchanged glances, casting a meaningful look at Zhao Yuwu seated nearby—no wonder he was so certain Pei Xiner could care for Fang Jie; now that they saw this scene, what more was there to understand?

A month had passed; Qin Hu had wandered between the ironworks and the training ground, eating and sleeping there, and the ceremonial procession had been canceled.

Beneath the flower, on the cliff face, was a cave that led directly to the opposite side; though the mechanism inside was unknown, it was undoubtedly a convenient shortcut.

The next morning, many began migrating away from the area—not everyone dared to resist.

But Xu Wuide would not miss this opportunity; his tentacles coiled tightly around the restless limbs of Mercury, savoring the rare moment of coexistence.

Yet even under the weight of those terrifying sword intentions, the Six Dragon Sword still carried a spirit of no return, slashing toward the sword qi surrounding Ye Haoran’s body.

Even knowing he might be the mastermind, why approach me so cautiously? Was it merely respect?

In the stunned silence of the crowd, the Grand Venerable of the Purple Wing Empire was blasted high into the air, crashing into tables and chairs before being thrown over ten meters away—a patch of crimson stained the ground.

This defeat in the clash directly caused a sharp decline in our international prestige, leading many of our allies to begin wavering.

Without further thought, Mercury briefly noted the name “Dream” in his mind, then discarded it.

Ye Feng was genuinely startled, mouth half-open, watching the [Golden Dragon Heavenly Stele]’s action—he silently wondered: When I forcibly subdued it before, it had no effect and nearly injured me; now it has softened—could it be one who yields to gentleness but resists force?

Ye Yuxuan waved his hand casually, a dazzling light surged skyward, as if connecting with the stars above; the brilliant sword radiance blazed brilliantly against the night sky—he knew he had broken into Silver High Rank, taking a major step forward on the path to ultimate strength.

“Mom, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you—this wedding is different, we can only keep it quiet. Besides, I’ve been busy—let’s just get the certificate first. Didn’t you both agree to go to Shanghai to see Xueqing?”

The traffic officer named Hu Zi, hearing Wang Xiaokun’s shout, was startled—but since he had done nothing wrong, he had nothing to fear. “Captain Wang, this vehicle has no driver’s license or registration—I plan to have it towed back to the station,” Hu Zi said.

Ye Xinting was naturally delighted to see her good friend; they chatted and laughed as Ye Xinting, acting as intermediary, introduced everyone to each other—especially Fang Wei, whom she highlighted.

Hmm, did the teacher never even consider the pursuers in his calculations? What a careless teacher.

Her steps were slow and heavy, as if she weren’t wearing black high heels, but iron shackles.

Bi Wuzi was constantly uneasy—he had inexplicably killed many already; any servant he disliked barely survived; the mortal servants within the Immortal Palace lived in constant terror.

Only a handful of supreme evil entities channel their power through divine artifacts—for instance, the newly emerged Supreme Clan can only pass down their power via artifacts; only after all transmissions are fully integrated into their bloodline do they abandon this method.