Chapter 1980: The Infinite Variables of the Immortal Scripture

The light of destruction's end-dharma illuminated all directions!

Compared to the past, these rays were infinitely more terrifying, perilously close to the power of a True Immortal Child, as if the very origin of Daoic laws had descended here naturally, inherently summoning the End-Dharma Era, penetrating to the marrow, seeping everywhere.

Where the End-Dharma light shone, the spiritual essence of all living beings began to leak away!

This was like high energy shifting to low entropy—forever unstoppable, the fundamental law of the universe.

Ninth-Rank Sword

But that voice struck like thunder in the tense atmosphere; Yun Ze clenched his fist, then released it; Gu Yikang's shoulders trembled slightly.

Mu Yuan Yao watched him grow distant, then sighed; though she had anticipated he would never forget Nan Gong Wei, she had never imagined his feelings for her ran so deep.

Gu Wei suddenly received another call from the hospital: a critical patient needed immediate rescue; he had to return at once, or it would be too late.

The forest rustled with a swishing sound; the silent woods occasionally echoed with the calls of unknown birds.

Instantly, two more were struck—this time both hit on the legs, collapsing to their knees, unable to rise.

A sudden commotion arose ahead, piercing the silent night air with growing clarity; as the noise intensified, Bai Zou Xiyuan's face grew increasingly grim.

Driven by a fierce desire to recover his body, after letting go of certain obsessions from his past-life soul, this life's Zhan Xiu finally resolved to fully and utterly merge into Ji Fa—in name, heart, spirit, and flesh—not only to live well, but to carve out a dignified, upright presence.

Gu's wife was scheming something, but Gu Wei didn't know what; Gu Wei knew, however—he'd be swamped these days. The hospital hadn't let him go yet; here, he had to show face again; when would the military turn up again? Right now, Gu Wei was stretched thin in a thousand directions.

But Zi Mo, you simply don't understand… the sound of a shattered heart echoed endlessly in her ears; tears streamed down her beautiful face.

A tall figure stepped slowly into the mansion; his voice, muffled through the helmet, passed over the crowd like a dull thunderclap.

Meng Qingyi could only stare, dumbfounded, at the shattered wooden door, her eyes filled with sorrow—no matter what he said, she remained unmoved.

Though she appeared more friendly, even as if she had designs on him, Chen Fei still wouldn't trust Wang Qingyan so easily.

"Not exactly," Su Xing spoke up. "The homeroom teacher came by—said we're to study on our own for now; the school still has matters to attend to."

Zhao Zhongguo's attacks all failed; the furious demon monkey, missing its strike, switched from smashing to sweeping—its arm, laced with vicious wind, swung toward Zhao Zhongguo's face; he had no choice but to abandon his assault and dodge carefully.

"Auntie, you scared me to death! How do you feel now? Are you alright?" Yang Li stepped to He's mother's bedside, her face still tight with relief.

After a fierce battle, the stalemate was abruptly broken by a shrill, piercing screech.

He Yi stayed silent, and it was fine; the moment he spoke, he drew Lin Jing's spearhead straight to himself. Lin Jing, furious, pointed at He Yi and screamed insults—but failed to notice He Yi's expression, growing ever more disappointed.

"Enough, buddy—bring us two or three of your best dishes, and a pot of good wine," Sa Ya cut off the waiter's introduction.

"Whoosh—" Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind surged up, sending goosebumps over Yi Chuan's skin and making him shiver violently.

Perhaps the soldiers' laughter startled the terracotta warriors still half a kilometer away—they all turned their bodies toward this direction, raising their swords and halberds, marching forward in perfect unison, their movements still stiff as ever.