Chapter 621: Five Hundred and Five: A Debt Slip Over Three Hundred Years Overdue 【Beginning of the Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!

Five Hundred and Five: A Debt Slip Over Three Hundred Years Overdue 【Beginning of the Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!】

Shen Du, Shenjing Luoyang.

Inside and outside the imperial palace, all was festivity.

A towering bronze pillar, like a sword, stood straight at the center of the Ziwei City square; its newly polished surface bore faintly engraved characters: "Great Zhou's Pillar of Virtue."

It resembled a bronze scepter piercing the clouds, its form embodying the teaching: "Bronze as a mirror can straighten one's attire and crown."

This colossal structure, over a hundred zhang tall, reflected an eerie purple-gold radiance under the morning sun, its base

Shen Du, Shenjing Luoyang.

Inside and outside the imperial palace, all was festivity.

A towering bronze pillar, like a sword, stood straight at the center of the Ziwei City square; its newly polished surface bore faintly engraved characters: "Great Zhou's Pillar of Virtue."

It resembled a bronze scepter piercing the clouds, its form embodying the teaching: "Bronze as a mirror can straighten one's attire and crown."

This colossal structure, over a hundred zhang tall, reflected an eerie purple-gold radiance under the morning sun, its base

After taking a few steps, Chen Yu halted, staring intently ahead, a look of reflection crossing his face.

A streak of light and electricity transformed into a meteor, plummeting into endless darkness.

Seeing their captain frown for the first time since entering the trial, the glasses-wearing woman instantly realized he had gained nothing.

Then he pulled out another box—the same one Li Ming had seen before, the one holding Li Li Shishi's entire personal fortune.

Since he lacked a physical form, he needed to possess humans to inflict real harm, so he led the Eight Greats in search of Kushi no Hime as a sacrifice to gain power sufficient to destroy humanity.

A group of bigwigs entered the reception hall with great enthusiasm; when important business was discussed, everyone else withdrew.

The guards, unaware of the situation, still turned pale at those three words, their bodies reacting before their minds could catch up, sidestepping instinctively.

This time, he was more confused—how desperate for silver must one be to push oneself to the brink of death?

"Father, do you recall how we all rode deep into the hunting grounds earlier?" said the Fifth Prince.

Su Li was promptly brought out and seated again in the chair, while the saleswoman helped her slip on the crystal shoes.

Without restraint, he ran to the foot of Li Deyi's building, clutching a pig's trotter, eyes blazing with excitement, on the verge of tears.

Mu Mu Jinghong had indeed sent people to search, but it seemed that on the Central Plains, apart from Tang's single specimen, none remained.

Following the direction of his gaze, they saw a sudden patch of blue fluid emerging several li away; a white, humanoid creature suddenly materialized, lying on the ice, blue liquid gushing from its chest.

The winds of the Northern Sea were fierce; storm surges often reached dozens, even hundreds of zhang in height, making it impossible for large ships or fishermen to exist here.

"You creature! You possess the power to destroy the world!" The cultivator's eyes flickered slightly as he spoke.

Qi Zongsheng's body slowly descended, and at last, an old man burst forward once more.

"Wait, Father—you've dressed wrong. You're wearing my mother's Scottish floral house dress." Qing Kou spoke with precision.

She had worn a mask then; he could not see her face, but the dance steps, the silhouette—so unmistakably similar.

Compared to ordinary eighth-layer Fish Dragon cultivators, they were mere raw jade—unrefined divine material untouched by any forging.

"I'm human too! Seeing someone powerful makes me hesitate! But for me—it seems I truly don't need you at all!" Fan Yu smiled helplessly; he was a man who had walked back from the gates of hell.

The next morning, Xia Mingfeng and Wang Jue stepped out of the Xia residence once more, yet all senior personnel within the Xia household had already assembled in the council hall.

Amidst the bone-deep searing pain, Zhao Ming was drenched in sweat, enduring it fiercely, for he knew this was the critical step in body tempering; for two months, the Immortal Mind's essence had been altering his constitution—once he endured this trial, his body would transform drastically.

"Chi Ran, use this sample to continue producing the antidote. If it can restore the original blood cells, it will work on those poisoned by the Blood Curse." Ming Zhi, as if discovering a new continent, forgot the previous incident entirely and began developing the first antidote to the Blood Curse with Zong Vice Minister.