Chapter 86

Friday, night.

After sending Daoist Master Yan Song back to the other world to resume his duties, Gu Zhao changed into a fresh set of clothes and took a taxi to the Star Ocean Concert Hall.

“It’s August, midsummer,” Gu Zhao remarked, gazing at the bustling crowds around him, “time really flies!”

Since his first crossing to the other world, over two months had passed, and he had transformed from a solitary man with no knowledge into someone surrounded by

“Then rest well, take good care of your body, and ensure the imperial family continues its lineage,” Zhou Ruoshui said, then gently cast one last look at Lu Jue.

When Zang Yunwen retracted the Golden Crow Burning Abyss · Dawn, the entire lava pool held nothing but molten rock.

Back at the Zhou household, at noon, Ye Suxin led all the Zhou family members to stand at the gate, including Zhou Zhao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and Lu Jue and Yao Minghao, who had rushed back from Deyue Restaurant—all gazing far into the distance as if waiting for someone.

Thinking of the mad Lord of the Northern Realm, Lin Yue felt a headache coming—he couldn’t fathom why the man had fixated on him.

Rarely enjoying family bliss, this display of affection was timely; Zhu Zhen clearly couldn’t resist, and thus surrendered.

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Ye Lin’s expression hardened slightly, but he still reached out and snatched the Great Restoration Pill midair, quietly dispelling Li Xingping’s hidden force.

“I…” Wei Dahong avoided Lu Jue’s gaze, his eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to think of how to answer.

Sun Yang had broken through the Meridian Expansion realm; Qimeng was at the brink of Meridian Expansion, even nearing its late stage, and Qianying had reached Meridian Expansion Seventh Layer.

This punch, infused with shadow energy, struck Lagmangus directly, sending him flying.

Mei Yulong took off a man’s clothes and put them on himself, then lured the outsiders into the courtyard using the same method and eliminated them; after peering out, he saw no one else.

With his father dead and his martial arts stripped away, the Demon King had no further use for him—he would likely kill him, and the Xiande Palace might soon change hands.

Jiang Nan always had a strong curiosity for such secrets; hearing the other’s intent to reveal this hidden truth, Jiang Nan immediately perked up and listened intently.

No one spoke another word at the table; dinner proceeded in silence. Afterward, everyone dispersed.

White curtains fluttered in the wind, dust swirled through the air, and the stench of decay filled the nose. The house had stood unoccupied for a hundred years; the yin energy caused the interior temperature to plummet instantly, as if stepping into a thousand-year-old ice cave. Mo Qi Wang lit the candles inside, watching Zhuan Xu place Yi Yao on a nearby couch.

“He’s Big Tree’s brother? He isn’t…” The three words “Mo Qi Wang” died on Yi Yao’s lips.

Ghost Sister sped across the ground on her skateboard—no motorbike could catch her in a moment! Ahead and below lay a flight of stairs; she leapt, her skateboard springing up with her, landing with a “clatter” on the stair railing, then “skittering” swiftly downward.

Mu Tian grabbed the ring hovering before him, turning it over and over in his hand. “Yes, it’s definitely that ring”—the simple patterns, the ancient aura, confirmed the Old Man’s words even further.

Xue Yun merely gazed at it calmly; it was the mindless, shambling zombies that were terrifying—but they were evolving, growing stronger, their physical forms increasingly resembling humans, save for mutations in thought and bloodline, while their bodily structures reverted to human norms.

A rooster flew onto Ling Hu Chong’s head and crowed: “A laugh across the sea, waves surging!” Huang Zhan slashed the rooster into white-cut chicken and sold it along the street! Dao Jian Xiao spotted a cat wearing boots and a wide-brimmed hat, posing coolly; an egg-person sat down, then shot skyward, crashing into four masters: Ximen Chuixue, Dongfang Bubai, the Solitary Angler of Cold Stream, and the Idle Clouds and Wild Cranes.