Chapter 863: Two Hundred and Eleven

Two hundred and eleven,

The setting sun bled crimson, staining half the sky; when Rong Zhen stepped out of Yingtian Gate, the red sun had already sunk behind the purple walls of Ziwei City, leaving only a faint glow on the horizon.

As evening approached, officials who had worked all day in the imperial palace were gradually leaving their posts.

By the time Rong Zhen reached the city gate, darkness had fully fallen.

A palace attendant followed closely behind, stopping before her and whispering:

“Princess, the Grand Seer requests your presence.”

Yet his psychological burden was unknown to outsiders—after all, the entire fleet carried nearly a hundred million soldiers, plus nearly a hundred million civilian workers and technicians, so the lives and deaths of nearly two hundred million people rested on his shoulders.

Wang An’s phone vibrated incessantly in his pocket; as he walked, he kept pulling it out to check messages.

Not for any other reason—the city of Pingyao was far from as simple as it appeared; its doctrine of teaching without discrimination and peaceful coexistence had drawn many powerful figures to it.

Princess Tianfeng asked: since this spacecraft belonged to the Great Ming Empire’s trade fleet, its primary purpose in the Sea of Light must be trade; and since the Great Ming Empire had not mentioned rescuing them, Princess Tianfeng would likewise refrain from bringing it up for now, to discuss it later.

“Maintain the status quo! Aside from accepting assassination missions and conducting business, the Wolf Den’s next mission is to recruit soldiers and train new combatants, forming additional combat squads to build up strength.”

“The Underwater Divine Palace is less a grand palace and more a massive barrier,” Lu Chen said with a smile.

As it swayed, silver-white light instantly pierced through the entire Great Buddha… shooting outward in all directions.

But from his words, they had met before? What did he mean by having followed Lou Yichen for over twenty years? What did he mean by knowing every part of him?

Qiahao this period followed the New Year, and the drama club wasn’t too busy yet, so when filming this interlude, Guo Dalu specifically brought him over, and the two completed the scene together.

Gu Lan broke free from Ye Mo’s grip and sprinted straight toward the villa gate, but Tian Jiaoguo’s figure had already vanished behind it.

Long Teng, at the peak of the Grand Master realm, wielded the Blood Asura—a divine artifact—that now fully unleashed its combat potential in his hands.

Chen Cheng had not only reached the platform but also claimed two leaves—somebody had actually taken two. Did that mean others still had hope? Those who had failed earlier now stirred with renewed desire.

The smoke alarm blared suddenly, droplets continuously pouring down—but strangely, the water could not extinguish even a single flame; the searing fire tongues utterly ignored the basic principle that water quenches fire, instead swallowing the water whole.

He did not speak the final words, but the smile at the corner of his lips revealed his good mood.

“Seven days left. Spend these days entertaining us well—I don’t want to have come to the Sword Casting Manor for nothing,” Yin Mo grinned mischievously.

Mi Shu was heartbroken that he had suffered so many injuries for her, yet she never expected him to be utterly unmoved—this only made her angrier.

As he gazed at the night sky above, suddenly the surroundings shifted violently; when he focused again, he found himself in another world.

Yan Wei lowered her eyes, returned to her seat, and silently ate her porridge. Mi Shu and Mo Xu exchanged glances—they both knew why Yan Wei avoided the question, but neither dared to bring it up.

He collapsed backward onto the ground; luckily, Li Xunhuan caught him, but Li Xunhuan’s own condition was hardly better.

So, reluctantly, she dressed simply and drove quickly to the amusement park.

Thus, for a moment, apart from covering her mouth, Hua Meiyan made no other movement.

I looked directly at Chen Luoluo as I spoke, and I was certain I saw no unusual expression on her face—I must have imagined things… then I turned to Xia Haoyu, whose expression had clearly changed.

“Has His Majesty arrived?” Yao Chuxi asked hoarsely, then quickly tidied her hair and prepared to rise from bed.

As Zhusha’s mind wandered through memories, the Divine Tree remained silent, as if it had fully perceived every thought within him.

The video showed her parked at the lot—Wei Liang had indeed driven away, but not toward home; instead, she took the opposite national highway.

“Then, Duoduo… tell Director Zhang—do you prefer black or white lately?” Xia Haoyu’s voice dripped with ominous cadence, making my hairs stand on end.

On the other side, Jia Zhengjin’s transformed wildcat stealthily trailed the carriage all the way to the village entrance.

At this moment, the middle-aged official was drenched in sweat, his expression frantic; he deeply regretted his impulsive act—he was now trapped, having lost face today, and if he mishandled this, he might even lose his job—far too costly.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but silently chuckle, realizing he had only wanted to send someone to intimidate, not to cause chaos.

The two had known each other since youth, before either was married; sharing similar temperaments, they became close friends and traveled together for several years, their bond strong.

Upon reflection, Fang Wuxue’s strength relied on the Emperor Bell, which Su Yunxuan had stolen; at the critical moment of breaking through Yuanxing Eighth Realm, Su Yunxuan disrupted him, causing failure and backlash—killing him was indeed not difficult for Su Yunxuan.

“Deal!” Huang Da didn’t even ask what she intended—his claws, ready to scratch, instantly changed into a high-five.

Hao Datong’s absence this time was unusually long—clearly, convincing Hao Yue would take time.

Zhao Xiong desperately wanted to ascend to this level; once he reached the Nightmare tier, he could resist the Council’s summons—even if the Council sought to harass or retaliate against him in the real world, they’d have to think twice.

Due to inertia, the brakes jerked intermittently, nearly sending Bai Jingran flying into the windshield.

She then concentrated, memorizing the structure and energy flow of the sealing array; once confident she had it memorized, she channeled spiritual power and began carving it onto the jade tablet with her flying sword—halfway through, the tablet cracked, and as expected, she failed.