Chapter 1860: Cultivators Will Ultimately Be Alone

Dandingxian Sect, the Dharma Son of Dandingxian, is dead?

Jiang Ding's expression grew slightly dazed.

How many years had it been? A past life-and-death enemy had now died, yet he felt a trace of sorrow.

This was not sorrow for this Dharma Son.

It was sorrow for the passing of time.

Will there come a day when all living beings in this world that one knows will die, leaving only one alone, with everyone encountered and seen becoming strangers?

If one lives long enough

"No, I just heard about this kind of gun from a classmate of mine at military school. He even showed us pictures of it. It's pure German-made; this guy, if he aims at you within five hundred meters, you have no chance to run," Shi Yong said proudly.

Without anyone needing to say it, Chen Sheng knew he must protect himself well. After climbing up, he always kept himself on the same horizontal line as an assassin approaching him, and he even adopted close-combat tactics, all to prevent the enemy archers from finding another opportunity to hunt him down.

Walking into the spatial rift, the distorted doorway began to close, until finally it was as if nothing had happened. How enviable this was, but in this lifetime, no one from the Lu family would ever reach this step; thus, this wish could only be placed upon Lu Tianxiang.

"Then we won't ask." Seeing the look in Huang Shaoxian's eyes, Ma Qiutian knew what was going on.

Benedict remained expressionless, hands clasped behind his back as he prepared his magic. Seeing he did not respond, those cultists drew their blades and rushed up, forcing him to submit.

"Then I'll make it for you often from now on; leave such work to me, shall I?" Yu Ling said, her face flushed as she lowered her head.

Lian Yicheng spoke threatening words; he merely wanted his younger sister to be more obedient and cause less trouble and mischief outside.

Thick beacon smoke enveloped the Zhao Family Fortress, flames devouring everything flammable. The shouts of battle had shifted from passionate to hoarse. Night had fallen, yet within this blood and fire, the entire Zhao Family Fortress shone like daylight. Amidst the flickering smoke and fire were figures locked in combat, as illusory as dreams.

Chen Xiangfang was busy without pause, full of energy, running back and forth between the kitchen and the main hall, constantly greeting guests.

Chen Sheng felt a chill in his heart. This giant python's ferocity was truly unmatched. It had killed two people in mere moments. Only after climbing to the treetop did Chen Sheng breathe a sigh of relief, but seeing the giant python's massive form, he still shivered with cold fear.

For before, the Domain Emperor had clearly been utterly disdainful of her. But ever since... after seeing her face, the Domain Emperor's attitude began to slowly change.

"I don't know either. After I got up this morning, I went to take a look and found that the corn inside had all ripened," A Quan said.

Looking at the object in his hand, it was an inconspicuous necklace, very ordinary, with a teardrop-shaped pendant on it; it must be the tracker. Thinking that Qiao Yu had just returned and immediately encountered danger, his heart tightened involuntarily. He picked up the object, rose, and left.

He glanced coldly and indifferently at Chun Jian Xirui, then strode out. Meanwhile, a smile flowed into Chun Jian Xirui's eyes.

This place is called the Extreme Ice Palace because, overall, it resembles a massive palace. Not only is it grand and imposing, but it is also extremely exquisite.

In fact, as soon as Han Lai entered the door, Gong Ming had sensed her presence. But for some reason, Gong Ming now felt as if he could not sense his own body at all, completely unable to move.

He exerted himself to suppress the medicinal properties within his body, forcefully expelled the water Murong Lan had forced into him, then tossed the person over to Ru Yuan before rising and leaving, though his steps were somewhat unsteady.

She truly disliked this feeling of being overshadowed by others; even if Tao Sang was her elder brother, she still disliked it.

Bai Lu looked at the door, then looked at Nan Changqing, finally lowered her head, twirled her two index fingers, and nodded.

This time, Imperial Chef Li truly revealed all his hidden skills: ginger-sliced fish, five-spice squab, Arhat prawns, osmanthus fish strips, and several desserts. Had there not been so little material, Imperial Chef Li could have prepared a full table of the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.