Chapter 99: The Ninety-Ninth Chapter: Those Who Covet the Great Luo Palace

Granting the Thunder Seed and escorting them through, what he saw and heard shocked Daoist Yihong for an entire year.

“No wonder! No wonder!”

“I always said—our nation is peaceful and stable; how could there be so many demons and monsters? If they truly existed, how could society have no trace of them?”

“So it’s another world!”

“Same characters, same culture… spiritual energy, divine lords, spirits and demons… behind it all lies an invisible hand.”

At the very end of the procession walked a man with a muscular build, his frame utterly incongruous with the tight-fitting robe of a mage; he smiled silently, remarkably unassuming. Had he not been so physically striking, many might have overlooked him entirely.

But if he continued, the time upon him would grow ever more chaotic until he slowly sank into the fissure, his body and soul both mutating into native creatures of the rift.

Chen Fan’s gaze swept across a sea of flowers, countless colorful butterflies fluttering wildly, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell east from west.

“Master?” Selina, seeing Sanitaya teleport away instantly, followed suit using the magical fluctuations.

“I know, I’ll come next time—let’s just secure it first, or Bai Nuan will get her share again.” Li Yae’s reply was dismissive, making her companion slightly angry.

Therefore, the priest ranks of Dragon Priests are never very high. Fortunately, dragons themselves possess formidable combat levels, which compensate for the gap between them and other strong beings. Otherwise, dragons would likely have gone extinct—or been caged and raised like livestock.

Yu Mumu narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, trying to catch some sign of deceit in the zombie’s handsome face.

Bai Nuan stared thoughtfully at her withdrawn finger, looked at him, then stuck her finger into her mouth and licked it right before his eyes.

Gu Junzhi, seeing her return, halted his motion to rise and sat quietly and obediently in place.

Xie Xichui sat atop his horse, gazing at the narrowest possible battlefield—a strange ground where both men and horses lay dead.

Hua Qingyang looked at Zhou Feng, his face filled with regret. He never imagined Zhou Feng, with such profound attainment in alchemy, would possess the inherently worthless Five Elements Mixed Spirit Root—was this fate playing tricks? Behind Hua Qingyang, Chu Lan and the other alchemy hall disciples stood stunned.

Of course, he could simply abandon the Black Phoenix, ignore it entirely, and refuse to help Zhang Fei seek revenge; then everything would return to its original state—Zhang Fei would be considered dead by his own hand, for without this detour, Zhang Fei would have died in his grasp anyway.

Gong Sunping roared and lunged at Pu Yu—but at that moment, he froze like a wooden statue, a sword tip piercing through his chest. Gong Sunping struggled to turn his head backward and saw Zhao Pu’s deceptively plain face.

Not only were the iron armors stained with blood and two iron spears replaced, but the Northern Mang commander Huang Songpu, his face caked in blood, turned eastward, eyes blazing with fury.

Xue Nala wrapped her arms around Chu Feng’s neck and pressed her fiery, lush lips against his, claiming affection as if no one else existed.

The immortal martial sects of Shenzhou hold radically different attitudes toward alien races and alien guardians: alien beasts, demons, and monsters are mortal enemies, while alien guardians are treated as one of their own, enjoying a high historical status.

He said, a good girl doesn’t need to be beautiful—she just needs to be kind, the foolish girl willing to wait for him to hone his sword and carve out a brilliant future.

This ambush yielded far weaker results—only one clone had its left arm shredded by spatial chaos.

In the quiet valley, the ash that was Qiu Fei slowly scattered in the mountain wind; just before it vanished entirely, two dark shadows shot into the valley like lightning.

“These two are my friends—this one with the sunglasses, call him Black Blind; the other is Wang Boren, you can call him Fatty.”