Chapter 1981: The Seven Emotions and Six Desires of Heaven and Earth

A drop of bright red blood fell from her cheek, spreading like a dream through the mortal world, transforming into the seven emotions and six desires of humanity.

Wei Zicheng was defeated in the way of the sword.

He was defeated in the higher-level inheritance of the Ten Thousand Methods Immortal Scripture, proving the gap between him and his enemy in sword art was immense; if matched with equal power, he would surely die unless a miracle occurred.

"Fellow Daoist,"

"Your sword art still needs refinement…"

To Shui Yiren, this sight made her eyes brighten, but the two siblings beside her gripped her arms in terror.

Even the Ten Great Demon Fires, which shared mutual resonance with one another, could not sense the whereabouts of another of the Ten Great Demon Fires.

During the day, Ling'an Hall was bustling, but at night it fell suddenly silent, unnaturally still; the first and third floors were pitch black, while only a dim candlelight flickered before the counter on the second floor.

Yet, the footsteps behind her—neither close nor distant—and that eerily strange singing, no matter how fast she ran, refused to be shaken off.

It was a good thing that her best friend's two children got along well; Pei Huan had always spoken of this, and he never felt anything was amiss.

Charles walked back while picturing in his mind the two of them embracing amid the flowers, and instantly felt delighted again.

Though he still didn't understand why his son was connected to that thing of his, it didn't stop him from bragging to Er Gouzi—after all, he'd just have to be more careful not to break it.

Xin'er's heart flared with unexplained anger at the sight of her; she waved her hand impatiently, dismissing Lan'er.

At this moment, the other's face was pale, clearly terrified; pushed over, they clung to her like a lifeline, hiding behind her.

Of course, this did not include mindless prey, such as venomous snakes or wild boars.

"At the current pace, another one or two weeks are estimated," Bai Sen replied coolly.

The illusory giant arm gripped Zhang Yuanhao's body as if clutching a fly, squeezing slightly; layers of mysterious talisman light shields on his body began slowly cracking.

After speaking, Huo Yan slung his backpack over his shoulder; Master Mu Xing and the others walked to Huo Yan's side; once everyone was ready, they entered the forest.

This puzzled Bai Sen slightly, but before he could think further, Tyrant extended its other scissor-like claw and cleanly severed its own arm.

Duan Sheng nodded; he drove his car all the way to the end of the road, and by then the sky was completely dark.

Yet at this moment, she moved—not naturally like a normal person, but stiffly, like a corpse walking.

Bai Sen had always been accustomed to expecting the worst; he believed that as long as he prepared for the worst-case scenario, his mindset could endure it.

"Think clearly before you act—will you fight me, or go down and stop those frenzied great clans?" Zhen Huang sneered, retreating into the depths of the starry sky.

You Jingyan's keen eyes pierced through their thoughts, discerning fragments of them; he immediately felt helping them was not a waste.

A sudden counterstrike, then uniting with local kin to launch a surprise attack on Ghost Mother's army—should Ghost Mother foresee this feint, a grand drama would surely unfold.

This Qianyuan Palace, one of the landmark buildings within the inner three rings of Taixuan City, housed the headquarters of Yanling Tower, the tallest spiritual tower in the entire Yan Province's Taixuan City.

Crimson beast eyes burned like lanterns, flickering faintly in the silent, dim darkness; each flicker seemed to exhaust its strength, accompanied by Coarse and Heavy dragon-like breaths, mingling with the gurgling sound of flowing blood, rendering the damp cavern dozens of zhang beneath the earth eerily terrifying.