Chapter 155: Consciousness Descends

The fiery red-lipped woman with big curls next door ended up marrying a bald old man.

The petite girl with a high-pitched voice across the street picked a greasy man who frequently abused her.

So until the very end of life, no one is truly a winner.

Yuan Xiaoying believed she was the greatest winner—her boyfriend was tall, handsome, talented, and most importantly, utterly devoted to her, faithful and true.

Yet in the end, she still lost.

Fate seemed to play a joke on her, as she

Yang Jian suddenly remembered Ge Yunsong; turns out the guy had some use after all—at least he could handle food and drink outdoors, making wild rabbits delicious without any seasoning.

He tiptoed back into the room, and Murong Feng felt an unprecedented emptiness and solitude.

"So you've been hiding your true strength too—but then what about the wound you just suffered? I clearly felt your aura weaken. Were you faking serious injury to lure me into attacking?" Gu Yuefang asked.

Xia Haohao listened to his flimsy excuse, then sighed faintly—he knew full well his son's actions were meant to spare his father, the family head, from hardship. The two talked for a long while, and it was already growing late when they finally parted.

More importantly, just as before in the depths of the Demon Prison, when Ye Zhuo's eyes fell upon the square stone platform, he sensed a passage embedded within it—and the pulses of life he had detected these past few days were precisely those emerging from and retreating into that passage.

Yang Jian didn't know her ultimate goal, but he knew one thing: her immediate aim was to break out.

It was Fatty who noticed first—he always walked unreliably, constantly kicking and stomping left and right, classic hyperactivity, utterly inconsistent with his slightly chubby appearance.

After a long while, Ye Baihu finally reacted, his trembling lips quivering as he stammered toward Ye Qingniu.

"If we had that many abyss creatures, we'd definitely keep them," Li Wu said.

Zhao Ming saw the black mist on the paper fading, steadied himself, stepped forward, and bent to pick up the ink-black sheet. The instant his fingers touched it, the black vapor vanished entirely, and the golden light also disappeared from the wound on Zhao Ming's finger.

They were both level 75 and level 72 respectively—both qualified to enter the Inner Domain. But to reach the Inner Domain, they had to cross the Endless Sea, and along the path to the Endless Sea, countless monsters waited for them.

They turned around to face the endless tide of dark beasts, which surged toward them like crashing waves.

"So if I want to take a bath later, can I use this Zhurong Talisman to instantly heat the water?" Zhao Chengping's eyes gleamed.

Stubbornness and hostility—these two clear emotions, even as dull as Gangshou, were felt acutely.

The battle remained unchanged; until the end, no one knew the outcome. The battlefield shifted in an instant, with victory hanging by a thread.

On Weibo, he began intensely searching for those trolls who were steering the narrative against him.

He looked around carefully—everything was in ruins, pitted and broken, with ox-headed demons lying dead everywhere; not a single one remained alive within sight.

When he fell, Li Xianhao used his hands to shield Song Qian's head, his knees were also struck, but the worst blow was the kick to his back from Pei Xiuzhi.

"I'm leaving right after the girl arrives—she… sigh!" The old man didn't finish his sentence, but Wu Zongyu understood—he feared Blue Sky would blame him.

"Alright! Mom will make you your favorite dumplings! Phone calls are expensive—I won't talk anymore! Beep-beep-beep!" Zhang's mother's voice still echoed in Zhang Xiaojian's ears, but Zhang Xiaojian was weeping uncontrollably.

Especially now that he had been stuck at the Eight-Star Battle God level for tens of thousands of years—if he didn't break through soon, he felt his entire career was over… though of course, by "over" he meant his combat power, not his lifespan.