Chapter 273: Lightning Illuminates River and Mountains

Soon, Zheng Shan's unit reunited with the main force led by Sect Master Yuan.

The migrating crowd, originally numbering tens of thousands, swelled to around three hundred thousand.

Sect Master Grandfather treated her well, but he was always frowning, making her hesitant to draw near.

"Brother, how's the situation?"

The senior brother instructed the disciples to maintain order, then Master Pang stepped beside Sect Master Yuan and asked softly.

"Not good." Sect Master Yuan shook his head.

The Northwest Military Region's special forces weren't amateurs—they had repeatedly placed among the top in international special ops competitions, their strength even rivaling America's SEALs; only the Delta Force could truly claim to defeat them.

The hand already at the heart of the formation trembled instantly, and as its martial power erupted, beneath the sound wave capable of shattering the entire sky, beneath the dark eyes of "Liu Tian," that arm began to take shape like a magic wand.

Amid the river's waves, besides the Daoist, stood a divine statue, hovering above him, receding steadily toward the Xiuchunwan Shrine. The statue returned to its altar within the shrine, while the Daoist remained beneath it.

But to return, they must wait until the spiritual energy vein and the Relyang are recovered from the severed cosmic warship below.

Ying Si's chuckle sounded eerie, yet his words had already drawn everyone's attention.

In an unnoticed corner, Zhang Taishi and the opposite Palace Guard General Zheng Lindong exchanged glances, each curling a faint, mysterious smile.

He laughed loudly twice, snatched up a wine cup, and smashed it against the side of Miss Yue—with a crisp crack, all eyes turned toward it, eyebrows twitching.

Long Yiru walked beside the water, the bells on her tall boots chiming clearly, adding vitality to the unnaturally quiet surroundings.

Back then, Ta'er was still here; she would eagerly join everyone in training, and with her formidable strength, she helped hundreds of thousands practice formations—but now, she was gone.

Duan Qiu was fully assisting Xiao Qing's growth; though her talent wasn't the best, breaking into the Saint Realm was certain.

Nie Weidong noticed his brother's odd expression, but he didn't care to ponder it—he shoved his brother toward the main room's door with three quick pushes.

"Do you also study geography and terrain, Yan'er?" From Mei Niang to Zi Yan to Yan'er, Lord Hengqing felt intuitively that he had drawn closer to her.

Situ Yan looked at Leng Mushan, covered in wounds, and his fury surged—earlier, the light had been too dim to see clearly; now, seeing her injuries, he wished he could take them upon himself.

His kiss shifted to her neck; her collar was torn wide open, the sound of fabric ripping slicing through the air, thick with unspoken intimacy.

Emperor's Seal felt a bitter twist in his heart—after all, Luo Yu's divine soul had been forcibly extracted by Su Qingli and given to her; meaning, if Luo Yu died now, she would be the culprit.

Zhao Shiyu had been guiding Xia Feise in channeling her power when a large hand seized his wrist, slowly prying him away from her waist.

As with the thirty-third and sixty-sixth levels, once the magic treasure sword was obtained, he would be teleported to the next level.

Meng Kai and Elder Du stood atop the platform, searching everywhere for Yu Jinxiu's whereabouts—but the succession ceremony was about to begin.

She spoke each word while staring directly at Qin Wanyu, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Jiang Mi glanced at the man's long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and sculpted lips, then slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Du Lu, you actually want to date two women at once? You've got guts—and both are among the Four Beauties of the Capital. Du Lu, aren't you afraid you'll get beaten to death?" said Yang Ting.