Chapter 356: The Inheritance of the Golden Age

The second senior brother, sitting beside him on a rocking chair, slowly swayed it and said:

"Little brother must have encountered some opportunity, but judging by his demeanor, he's well-suited to our Starfall Line."

"The more one divines in the art of fortune-telling, the faster one's progress."

The junior sister muttered:

"Too much revelation of heavenly secrets at low realms isn't necessarily good—it can lead to sudden death!"

She added another line:

"So, are we really not…"

Xie Gongbao, overjoyed, told the old man to wait right there, then climbed into the tunnel with Chen Huan Shan and Lu Jing Sheng.

"Brother Su! I truly admire you all more and more—you've actually met the Ice Emperor! To receive even a hint of his guidance would benefit you for life!" Zhuge Luan exclaimed, though in his heart, the Ice Emperor's status paled far beside Su Mu's.

At that moment, Mu Feng knelt half-bent on the sandy ground. His entire body was covered in wounds from the water sphere's explosion. Though his body was healing at maximum speed, it still required time to fully recover.

Yet these three great figures had appeared here too—and by the look of it, they were heading somewhere utterly spectacular?

Jing Tan effortlessly slew over a hundred enemies with a barrage of arrows; dozens more were severely wounded and lost combat capability, while the survivors remained shaken, and the seven leading Divine Kings were still seething.

Bo Yong saw Hu Jiu Mei let the black-robed man go, and immediately moved to advise her—but Hu Jiu Mei clearly had no interest. He could only leave in frustration.

Though he had uncovered this truth, as Gou Dan said, the substance that nourishes the divine soul's vitality is among the rarest treasures in the world. Where in Yan Yun City could one possibly find it now? It was impossible.

Three Sacred Ones of the Imperial Palace died, over a dozen core members perished; even if they didn't directly participate, they were indirect participants.

He didn't understand, nor did his father Chen Zhen—when had the Hai Family and the Gongrong Corporation come under Zeng Family's command?

The fat man swung his grass fan with a hint of pride: "Young hero, let me tell you this—even if you tried every liquor in town, if you drink three bowls here and don't get drunk, I, Ma Er, will cover every single drink you've had today anywhere! How's that?"

"Hmm, so you've already reached Stone Gate Village? That's truly surprising," Lin Jin Hong sighed.

In the dream, he held someone's hand, turned to her, and said, "Goodbye." She was too hasty, too afraid—and she woke up instantly.

With their gun-like weapons, the Ghost Messengers had greatly improved their efficiency. Once deployed, they quickly alleviated much of the city's crisis. Now, Di Yu, Qiu Chen, and Zhong Kui sat in a café inside the city, chatting idly.

"Look at how smug you are," Wen Yuan heard Yun Qing Feng say to Lin Qi with clear jealousy before leaving.

After a deep night's sleep, the next morning, as dawn barely broke, Wen Yuan rolled out of bed. He washed up quietly, saw that Xu Bocheng and the others still hadn't risen, and decided not to wake them—he tiptoed out of the room.

Everyone without blood ties to her might accept Lin Xiangwan's death without guilt—but he could not. If she truly died, wouldn't it be like tearing a piece of his heart out?

He thought he had ended this absurd game five years ago with his own hands. No—it was still going. Cause and effect turned in cycles, retribution never failed, and he had become the complete loser.

Tang Feng turned to embrace from behind, but Xia Huo wouldn't let him succeed. He flicked his toe upward, leapt high, then kicked his right foot straight toward Tang Feng's head.

Before Bai Tian finished speaking, a loud "Boom!" echoed—the table originally placed before Di Shi Tian collapsed instantly, shattering outward from the spot of his palm into fragments.