Chapter 378: The Object of Deification

"Brother, are you alright?" Duo Duo asked, tears welling in her eyes.

He was slightly startled.

"I'm fine, I'm feeling great now," Shen Shen Siyuan said with a smile, waving his hand.

Then he took a deep breath, and faint green mist began to rise from the forest, drifting toward Shen Shen Siyuan's position.

"Go back into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner," Shen Shen Siyuan said.

With a thought, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared in his palm, and he casually shook it.

On the sidelines, Lin Yi couldn't stand it and was about to act, when a snow-white, delicate hand grabbed his arm and held him back.

Moreover, his own injuries were already severe; after six encounters with the Taiji Demon Ancestor, each one had left him with some wound, and accumulated together, these injuries were terrifying—now most of his bones ached, and several internal organs had shifted out of place.

In the Sun Immortal Realm, that meteor had long since flown a hundred zong away from the Flame Sun, its temperature dropping below one hundred thousand, yet An Ping still lay flat on the ground, gripping the Cold Dust Prism, unmoving—until a certain hour, when Chen Yang emerged from its sheath, the Void appeared, and a figure materialized behind him, seven soul rings forming a " Wan " Buddhist symbol, while the Nie Dragon coiled around An Ping's body, assuming a meditative posture.

"You saved my life—I'm not going anywhere without you. If you won't let me come, you're looking down on me," Chen Gao Yuanyuan said.

If Lu Guangchou intended to surrender, his sons would likely be the first to rise in rebellion alongside those generals who also opposed surrender.

Even if Yang Wo had seized Suzhou, as long as he didn't continue marching north to attack other territories, Zhu Quanzhong—focused entirely on the massive challenge posed by Li Cunxu—would hardly fight to the death over Suzhou alone.

Words aside, having many dreams doesn't mean you don't dream; indeed, on the third day after Shentu's return, someone from the Ximen clan came calling—it was Tai Ge, long absent, his face filled with anger, followed by Hu Che.

"Where is General Ma? Where's General Ma?" Liu Chongjing asked urgently, his face full of anxiety.

Then came a sound—"pili bala," "xili huala"—a torrent rushed out, all the gas and impurities hurriedly expelled; his stomach felt better, but the movement once again strained his injured meridians, triggering another spasm of pain.

Second, the other Spirit Treasure map was very likely in the hands of the Tianlong City Lord—he'd have to find him sooner or later.

Motu Sect lies in the southeastern corner of the Xuantian Continent, its eastern border touching the Void World at the Edge of Heaven. This "Edge of Heaven" isn't the same as the one in the northern ice plains, but it connects to it—meaning if you followed the Edge of Heaven along the Chi-Mang territory southward, you'd reach here; of course, no one would ever do such a thing.

Li Yan hurried over and helped the Earth Lord to his feet, then shook his head, gazing at the backs of the Zhang brothers with the look of someone staring at the dead.

Zhang Xian left with a remark and walked toward the office—he had an office, normally unused, but today he opened the door to put the fish inside.

Kang Li invented a leg technique called the Scissors Leg; his most prized move was the airborne back kick. He had never aspired to create an entire martial art.

"Hmph." Fang Hong's eyes narrowed slightly; his divine body immediately detached from its shell, leaving only a sliver of consciousness to guard the physical form, while most of his thoughts sank into the Giant Spirit's body.

For Gaoyang City, where monster disasters frequently occurred, they directly stationed the Second Team's branch there—it was nearly complete.

Contrary to Xiao Bai's expectations, what had been a casual excuse turned real: the very next day, Chu Yuer delivered to him Chuancheng, a city no smaller than Bai Di City.

Having reached this point as a weakling, carving his path through thorns and brambles, enduring countless trials of death and the sacrifices of many companions, Xiao Bai was no longer the same—he felt no ripple within him at the sight of "Earth Store Bowing."

After all preliminary work was completed, the special supply base began operating. For the past month, the entire supply chain—production, inspection, transportation—had run smoothly. Every morning, several trucks loaded with Heilong No. 1 products, mountain spring water, and other ingredients departed from Heilong Farm, heading straight to the provincial capital.