Chapter 155: Consciousness Descends

The woman next door with the fiery red lips and big curls finally married an old bald man.

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

So until life ends, 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; apparently the guy had some use after all—at least he could handle food and drink outdoors, making wild rabbits delicious without any seasoning.

He crept quietly 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 happened to your wound just now? I clearly felt your aura weaken drastically. 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 that his son's actions were meant to spare the family head from difficulty. The two talked for a long while, and it was already slowly turning night 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 streams of vitality he had sensed 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, a classic case of hyperactivity, which clashed sharply with his slightly chubby appearance.

After a long while, Night Bai Hu finally reacted, his trembling lips quivering as he stammered toward Night Qing Niu.

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

Zhao Ming saw the black mist on the paper thinning further, steadied himself, walked over, and bent down 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 Zhao Ming's finger wound.

They were both level 75 and level 72 respectively, both qualifying to enter the Inner Domain. But to enter 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 shadow beasts, which stretched before them like crashing waves, surging toward them without pause.

"So if I want to take a bath later, can I use this Zhu Rong 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 endlessly, and the turning point hung by a thread.

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

He stared around—the scene was a ruin, pitted and cratered everywhere, walls shattered, and the minotaurs lay dead in heaps; 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, Mom's done talking! Beep-beep-beep!" Zhang's mother's voice still echoed in Zhang Xiaojian's ears, but Zhang Xiaojian was already weeping uncontrollably.

Especially now that he had been stuck at the Eight-Star War God level for tens of thousands of years—if he didn't break through soon, he felt his life's potential was nearly spent… though of course, this meant his combat power was at its limit, not his lifespan.