Chapter 372: The True Ultimate Dao Intention

Chong Tai Daoist fell silent for a while.

The disciples around the Sword Platform could not sense the anomaly at the mountain's base, but these high-level cultivators saw it clearly.

Not just the characters "Mountain" and "Peak" were trembling—five of the eight large characters "The sun and stars dim, mountains and peaks vanish" had begun to shake.

The characters "Mountain" and "Peak" being pulled by Long A was understandable, but the three characters "Sun Star Dim" were being pulled by Chu Wanguan, who had just taken her seat.

Though Ji Tangtang's blushing had unsettled his thoughts, when Ji Kehan asked him this, Gu Chenyi also found it strange: Ji Tangtang had been blushing constantly today, something that had never happened before.

She glanced at Wang Mingyang, still anxiously pacing outside Ji Tangtang's door, and made a decision.

After hanging up with Pi Xuan, Yu Yao called Teng Kunwu; he too was among the elder ones.

This boundary was set by the Holy Emperor; only as Lin Yi's strength grows can he view more of its contents.

Lin Yi knew he had only one chance, so he must prepare thoroughly, condensing the Holy Soul's power to its peak before unleashing it in a single strike—its force could even reach the level of total annihilation.

He was pure white, like a glutinous rice ball; when placed in water, he sat down naturally, resembling a fat glutinous rice dumpling floating in a large bowl.

"I was young and foolish back then. You're magnanimous, aren't you?" Qi Yichen said gently.

"I'm your father too. Can't I scold you? Hurry up, go pack your things. Starting today, you're not stepping foot into the Ye household again."

Xiang Xue made a face at him, but most of her face was wrapped in a scarf, so Wei Zhedong could only imagine her mischief. Yet her eyes sparkled with full laughter—clearly, she wasn't angry at his rebuttal.

If it were He Shangshan, Yu Yao even suspected whether this fragment, along with the hand-copied version and the Twelve Zodiac pages, had all been lost together—only to scatter into three places afterward, each taking its own path.

"Your servant is not entirely clear, but it seems they were discussing marriage matters," the guard said hesitantly. Though he shouldn't speak of it, seeing the Second Prince in this state, he couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

"I'm late," Xi Ying said, warmth in his eyes—nothing like the coldness he showed toward Liu Chenxin.

The best optical glass is borosilicate and phosphate glass; their manufacturing processes are extremely complex and require numerous chemical reactions, impossible to achieve under current conditions. Thus, quartz glass remains the best option available.

This two-wheeled cart already had a physical prototype: it used a double-yoke, single-axle, two-wheel structure, with a wooden spoked wheel connected via square mortise joints. The body was about four meters long, very similar to the wooden carts commonly used in northern rural areas, known colloquially as "ground carts."

"Speaking of it, Lin Hao has been missing for five years. Where could he be?" Yu Ji Zi mused.

Though explanations were still necessary, this man's repeated avoidance stirred in Lin Dao an urge to strangle him—how the hell was his brain structured?

"Young Master Zhao, this cannot be accepted. If this flying sword truly came into Ling'er's hands, wouldn't cultivators come to seize it?" Wang Cheng spoke up urgently. Though his wife wanted to accept the sword for free, the thought of cultivators killing for treasures made her shake her head even harder, determined to refuse.

She looked at Gu Hansheng, feeling a faint sense of shame—he was her father, yet she hadn't even noticed he was unwell.

He and she were the same kind of people: cold-faced in company, equally cold, equally decisive in killing.

For Fang Haobai, only when Luo Ziqing was by his side did he feel whole; after she left, he was no longer the man he once was.