Chapter 149: The Empress

Boom—boom—boom—

The door knocked, and outside came Ling Ningzhi's voice: "Chen my lord, this humble Taoist has something to say to you—is it convenient to come in now?"

"…"

Chen Mo and Yu Youhan stared at each other.

Yu Youhan clenched her palm, her eyes signaling him to get rid of this nun quickly.

Chen Mo snapped out of his daze and said: "Not convenient—I'm in cultivation. Whatever it is, wait a while."

"Alright."

Ling

"Humans grew wings? Then ancient immortals must be similar to the angels of Western Continent legends?" asked a general.

In August, the weather was hot, and with no provisions beyond three meals a day, life was hard.

"Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep—the room's both fragrant and stinking, I simply can't sleep." She appeared dejected, plopping down opposite Fang Bai Yu.

"Child, you're being too polite," said Director Sun, yet he instinctively glanced behind him—the Cold family stood nearby, awkwardly but trying to speak with his younger brother.

Those in the arena did not know his true intent and instinctively grew tense. Especially Mo Junru—after her throat was squeezed tighter and tighter, she struggled to lift her head, staring at Ye Fei's high nosebridge and bloodshot eyes, feeling fear for the first time in her life.

Therefore, whether in public infrastructure or public security, investment remained substantial. In cases of such accidents, municipal authorities responded swiftly.

"Chairman Su, I'd like to ask—what is this illusory realm? How is it related to the hyperspace corridor? If we use hyperspace, will it also harm the Milky Way?" After a while, a senior figure couldn't hold back and asked.

In all planes of this universe, whenever a new deity emerged, a dedicated portal would connect to the hall, and a golden throne would spontaneously manifest, signifying another true god had arisen in the world.

After Yao Ziduan entered the city, all factions in Pengcheng began investigations. As Shen Ning's strategist, Li Ru naturally had to act.

The students who had just stepped down were stunned—during usual martial matches on stage, both sides held back their blows; how could it be like this now?

But after he called out several times, the abandoned building remained empty, as if no human footsteps had descended.

Gong Yuling panicked, unsure what to do; she felt the air currents around Ye Yu growing chaotic, her body trembling involuntarily, yet she had no idea how to respond.

Before the carriage had even stopped before the ornate gate, Huang Shi hurried forward, holding Tao Wanchun's hand, calling out warmly: "Xiyuan!" She personally lifted the curtain and pulled Tao Zhuohua tightly into her arms, tears falling steadily.

The soldier in uniform, York, explained his purpose, easing the group's tension—so long as it wasn't trouble, they were relieved; though they still found it strange—wasn't this just about wiping out a bandit gang? Why had even General Will been stirred?

"Murong Qingmu, this has nothing to do with you! Why are you meddling here?" said Ling Xiao Yun, his tone dripping with coldness.

"My son, don't rush—let him pretend for now; this scoundrel won't escape death today! Let Sai Li humiliate him first, then take his life—it's no hurry!" Wanyan Aguda said, glancing at Sai Li, who nodded in understanding.

Why was there only a pair of dragon-and-phoenix jade pendants in Zi Cen's tomb? The dragon-shaped jade she had seized from his waist, along with the phoenix-patterned pendant he had once given her—dragon and phoenix united, composing sorrow for their respective masters.

Year after year, they celebrated the Ren Shou Emperor's birthday; the palace had long since exhausted all fresh ideas.

The mountains were densely vegetated, with all kinds of herbs; one could often spot medicinal plants over a hundred years old.

The arena, moments ago noisy and chaotic, had suddenly fallen silent, leaving Wen Qingchen disoriented.