Chapter 418: It Doesn't Really Matter, the Ship's Top and Bottom

Zhao Jingfan's expression was really a bit too obvious.

The medicinal herbs planted in this trial field of Jiushan Sect were far too deliberate.

But Sect Leader Song had to admit that he and the several elders of Qingmu Sect truly found it hard to look away from the trial field before them, hard to look away from those vibrant spiritual medicines within it.

Especially the Grand Elder of Qingmu Sect—his sense of smell was keen, and he knew these herbs all too well. At this moment his eyes were slightly narrowed, his nostrils flaring, his expression intoxicated, the look—

Because this meant Ding Ning was a potential super stock who might break free from the Heavenly Dao and become transcendent. Naturally, the Heavenly Dao would try to erase such a figure as early as possible.

Who could have imagined that this windless, waveless sea area was actually a "spatial vortex" that let things in but never let them out.

If so, did she appear in my dream? Then—was she hoping I would help her put on her clothes, or cover the coffin and bury her again so she could rest in peace?

Old Master silently thought: Since the creation of the Canyon World, the first batch of heroes born becoming the first batch of heroes to fall—wasn't that fine too? Why bother fighting for it.

If Gongsun Li hadn't always been the one receiving kindness, and if Pei Qinhu hadn't ultimately given up his own chance to escape to save her, given her heart that was riddled with wounds at the time, it would be hard to say whether she could even remember those days.

Simba didn't understand the rest, but the two Da Yu did, and recalling the dangerous situation in the mountain cave during the heavy rain, their hearts tightened.

Seeing his crazy behavior, I suddenly had a premonition—there must be something ominous inside this steel helmet, because after he pulled his hand back, the helmet moved; it was only because this guy pressed it to the ground and toyed with it, otherwise the thing inside would have run off long ago.

The people of the Spirit Race all grew up soaking in the hot springs of the back mountain, so their bodies and skin are both excellent.

Diao Chan and the other two were startled by this sudden drawing of a sword. What are you doing? Wasn't it agreed that we were going to the base to confront them? Why suddenly trying to kill someone?

Gu Moyang took it, glanced at it—it was a photo of him seeing Lin Qian home, secretly taken by someone, but his face wasn't shown.

That day, Mei Ga brought lamb soup with rice. After eating it, he wanted to express his thanks but couldn't speak for a moment, anxiously clutching his neck.

"Since it's not, Fu You has damaged her reputation for your sake—are you planning to just let this go? How will she face people in the future? Won't she become a laughingstock of the world?" Wang Wanjun's tone grew increasingly stern, with a faint pressure of authority emanating from her.

The Imperial Seal grew even more resplendent, like an incandescent lamp, lowering a curtain of light that enveloped the five, sending a cool breath that constantly washed their spirits, keeping them clear-headed.

In the past, he definitely wouldn't have come into contact with such a department, but now, with his strength grown and no longer belonging to the world of ordinary people, naturally he would encounter it.

Meanwhile, the main force of the Independent Brigade that Xu Tian was leading, along with Old Ge and Old Liu's two brigades, were marching toward Da Heishan at forced-march speed. Nearby, Old Yan's East Sea Column and Commander Zheng's Independent Column also began to rush toward Da Heishan. In less than a single day, nearly eighty percent of the main force of the Liaodong Liberation Army had set out.

In the middle of the night, the grassland was hazy. Zhang Sheng and Chang Hui, lying in ambush in the shadows outside the Qiong Tower, spotted three masked big men quietly slipping into the VIP tent, and shortly after, they kidnapped out two elders.

"If you've never been human, don't pretend to be a pedant and lecture others," Lan Yudie said. And Shi Tou said nothing.

A solemn thought sank in his heart, and Xiao Yan could not help but feel a weight of gravity at this. Yet even so, he still had to give it a try, to see where his limit truly lay.

Xiao Fei's earlier guess was correct—this ancient world was merely the first region of the Yellow Dragon Domain. The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, with his overwhelming magic power, had been able to construct six realms.

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