Chapter 418: Not Important, Above or Below the Ship

Zhao Jingfan’s expression was unmistakably obvious.

The medicinal herbs grown in Jiu Shan Sect’s experimental field were far too deliberately arranged.

But Song Sect Master had to admit that his own gaze, along with those of several elders from Qingmu Sect, could not tear away from the experimental field or the vibrant spiritual herbs within it.

Especially the eldest elder of Qingmu Sect—he had a keen sense of smell and knew these herbs intimately; now his eyes were half-lidded, his nostrils flaring gently, his expression entranced, his face

Because it meant Ding Ning was a potential super-prospect capable of breaking free from the Heavenly Dao and achieving transcendence; the Heavenly Dao naturally sought to eliminate such figures before they could grow.

Who could have imagined that this calm, windless sea was actually the “Spatial Vortex,” a place of no return?

If so, did she visit me in a dream? Then, does she wish me to dress her, or to cover her coffin and rebury her with proper rites?

The old scholar silently thought: Wasn’t it fitting that the first heroes born in the Gorge World became its first fallen heroes? Why fight for it at all?

If not for Gong Sun Li’s constant role as the one receiving favors—even Pei Qinhu eventually sacrificed his own escape to save her—given her shattered heart at the time, it’s doubtful she’d have remembered those days at all.

Xingba didn’t understand the rest, but the two words “heavy rain” he caught clearly; recalling the dangers of the cave during past storms, his heart tightened.

Watching his frantic behavior, I suddenly had a premonition: something ominous must be inside the helmet, because after he pulled his hand away, the helmet moved—only held down and taunted by this man; otherwise, whatever was inside would have fled long ago.

The Spirit Clan people all grew up bathing in the hot springs behind the mountain, so their bodies and skin were exceptionally fine.

Diaochan and the other two flinched at the sudden sword draw—What are you doing? Weren’t we supposed to go to the base to confront them? Why suddenly want to kill?

Gu Moyang took it, glanced at it—it was a photo of him escorting Lin Qian home, secretly taken, though his face wasn’t visible.

That day, Mei Ga brought mutton soup and rice; after eating, he wanted to thank her but couldn’t speak, frantically clutching his throat.

“If not, then Fu You has damaged her reputation for your sake—do you plan to let it go? How will she face others afterward? Won’t she become a laughingstock of the world?” Wang Wanjun’s tone grew sterner, a subtle pressure radiating from her.

The Imperial Seal glowed more brilliantly, like a white-hot lamp, casting a radiant curtain over the five, bathing them in cool energy that continuously cleansed their spirits, keeping them clear-headed.

In the past, he would never have encountered such a department, but now, with his strength grown and no longer part of the ordinary world, such encounters were inevitable.

Meanwhile, Xu Tian’s independent brigade’s main force, along with Lao Ge and Lao Liu’s two brigades, were advancing at forced-march speed toward Da Heishan; nearby, Lao Yan’s Donghai Column and Commander Zheng’s Independent Column were also rushing toward Da Heishan; within less than a day, nearly eighty percent of the Liaodong PLA’s main forces had already mobilized.

In the middle of the night, the grassland was hazy. Hidden in the shadows outside Qiong Lou, Zhang Sheng and Chang Hui spotted three masked men slipping quietly into the VIP tent; soon after, they dragged out two elderly men.

“If you’ve never been human, don’t pretend to be a learned elder and lecture others,” Lan Yudie said. Shi Tou remained silent.

With a solemn inner thought, Xiao Yan felt a weight settle in his heart, yet even so, he resolved to try—see just where his limits truly lay.

Xiao Fei’s guess was correct: this ancient world was merely the first region of Huang Long’s domain. Emperor Huang, with his boundless magic power, had constructed six realms.

“W-what is going on?” The white-haired elder was also deeply agitated, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly.