Chapter 2003: The True Immortal Appears at the Immortal Gate

Time is collapsing.

The universe is collapsing.

This slice of past time, the history that was severed, is gradually dissipating.

It is unknown how much time has passed.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

Around him, the sun shone brightly, a hundred flowers bloomed, and the ruins remained unchanged for years; it was a battlefield remnant, a battlefield remnant he had created with his own hands.

"This is..."

"The Fallen Realm... the Spirit-Sealing Desolate Domain!"

On this day, Wan Wei Qingqing suddenly remembered the bolts of cloth she had paid for but not taken, so after drinking morning tea, she wandered out the door.

"Old Hu truly possesses superior medical skills; I lost a little blood today, estimated at less than two hundred milliliters, yet you could tell." He Guohui showed Hu Lao the finger he had cut.

Zhang Wei appeared to be an honest person, and since he was a doctor, he could not stand by and watch someone die, so Xu Xiangqing nodded and agreed.

Although He Liu was a professional talker, this was the first time he had seen such a scene; as a professional debater, his stance was already precarious. It was obvious that Stan was an idiot, so now only He Liu could step forward with a stiff neck, trying to minimize Stan's speaking time.

The big brother has already fled; this is intolerable. Seeing their panicked companions and the fierce, demonic enemies, the Qing Gang thugs no longer had any reason to hold on.

Deng Zizhao was a sensible man; he knew what he could do and what he could not do. After deep consideration, Deng Zizhao went directly to work in a neighboring province, far from Jingcheng, the center of power, and thus far from the place of trouble.

Hearing her own name, Qin Yao's eyes moved again; she glanced at Qin Changning and said, "I beg you, kill me." A tear flowed from her eye socket.

One Void Power equals one Abyss Power. If the power is generated by Abyss-type energy, it is measured using Abyss Power; if the power is generated by Void Order-type energy, it is measured using Void Power.

Warm sunlight weaves through the gaps of the breath, leisurely and long. The scent of the sea waves mixes with the scent of the forests on the nearby mountains, permeating this place, forming a unique atmosphere that fills all the emptiness between heaven and earth.

Although the matter at hand is not yet fully resolved, Jiang Sen dares to affirm that in the future, this Zhao Oupu will surely become an important cornerstone for Dong Ge's entry into the political arena.

Qin Muchen, do not let me know that is true, or I will not know how to face life again.

Even Kobe, this conservative "old-school guy," could not wait; for others, the attraction can be imagined.

"Damn—I forgot." Yin Biwei had a headache. What rotten rules did that bastard father set, stopping the bank card for a few days just for a few swear words?

However, under the premise that dodging and shattering were impossible, the explosive force instantly obliterated that entire portion of the arm.

She raised her head, looking at Hei Ze Quan, who had one hand behind his back and the other extended as a palm, and for a moment, she experienced a visual illusion.

Jiang Yu's expression was calm; he activated the Battle Saint Method and the All-Character Secret, and the nine-leaf sword grass in his hand seemed to come alive, as if it were about to sever the stars of the nine heavens.

Opening the car window, the cool evening wind howled in, blowing away the residual alcohol scent on Su Guosheng's body.

"Father!" Rong Yue said with feigned anger, lightly stamping her foot. Seeing this, Rong Tian chuckled, and Qiu Xuan rubbed his head and smiled foolishly.

The scorching sun gradually spread out; even if those Buddha lights were dazzling, they were ultimately swallowed by the sunlight.

In everyone's eyes, Qiu Xuan had been taking beatings the whole time, with not the slightest chance to fight back. The Golden Battle King was indeed overwhelmingly strong; even a master like Kuang Ren, who could take on four Silver Battle Masters single-handedly, had no power to fight back in his hands, everyone thought.

There were cracks on the edges; recalling that night, if he had not used this inkstone to smash that rascal's head until it bled, his own chastity would have been defiled by that man.