Chapter 417

“You’re the only one who understands clearly—then release my Nascent Soul, and I’ll immediately disperse my spiritual sense,” Qi Yin laughed aloud.

“Wait—I want to ask you: does Xuantian Pavilion have any Soul Transformation cultivators? And do you know the ancient body-refining methods beyond Jianggong and the path to Soul Transformation?” Xia Daoming called out to Qi Yin.

“Do you think I’d tell you?” Qi Yin looked at Xia Daoming, his expression calm.

Xia Daoming stared at Qi Yin for a long time, then smiled lightly: “Why pretend—”

“Exactly right! We must not let the demonic sects obtain the secret realm—if they acquire its treasures, the consequences will be catastrophic, and we’ll only be left to suffer beatings.” A sect leader spoke in agreement.

“Perfect! Perfect! Then, when the time comes, use Wu Nian’s fengshui geomancy to locate his tomb—how could we possibly fail?” As he spoke, his hands, already visibly wrinkled, gripped mine tightly.

Chen Feng raised his cultivation base from Giant Spirit Realm to the eighth layer of Mountain River Realm in less than two years. Every disciple admitted to the Inner Sect possessed rare genius-level talent; twenty years of cultivation should have produced at least a few True Void Realm cultivators—he refused to believe otherwise.

“Xia Cheng, these buildings seem to be arranged in a pattern.” After walking for dozens of minutes, they passed from crude stone huts to medieval castles and dwellings.

When Nu Qi Gao saw the detailed information on the blueprint, he immediately widened his eyes, speechless.

As the voice echoed, an extremely frigid aura suddenly erupted within the vast, empty cavern.

“That’s right—who are you? How dare you cause trouble on Zhao family’s territory!” Zhao Cun glared at the man, angered by his attitude.

Yang Yuyao no longer argued with him—there was still a half-dead man here, waiting for his Zi Jin Pill to save his life. She immediately pressed the Zi Jin Pill into Chen Feng’s mouth.

The force of the punch tore cracks through the already fragile world.

As the world gradually restored itself, Wang Hou sensed the world’s laws slowly returning.

Duan Zhong rubbed his nose—he was only fifteen, yet already had a host of talented scholars as disciples; it was indeed a wonderful thing. Of course, Duan Zhong had long planned to build his own influence within the imperial court, but had always lacked an entry point—now, this was clearly a perfect opportunity.

The ninja attacking John paused slightly in the explosion’s roar. John seized this instant, cleanly shattering his heart. The ninja collapsed, eyes wide open in death.

"What the hell, isn’t that just nonsense!" Tang Jinlin glared at He Jun’s repulsive expression, fury rising—he cursed loudly, but could do nothing about He Jun, since He Jun had been sent from Hong Kong.

That feeling was like being doused from head to toe with a bucket of ice water—chilling the body, freezing the heart.

Without warning, everyone sprinted desperately toward the light above. Wind howled, blurring their vision, until darkness was utterly swallowed by radiance—the damned souls of hell bathed in heavenly light.

“Say nothing more—we’re going to see the boss right now.” The subordinate, hearing this, dared not speak further and turned to fetch the car from the parking lot.

Thinking of this, Wu Zetian’s bright eyes flashed with cold light—she must hold tightly to the power in her hands.

I was overjoyed—the Three Pure Fire was the Ming fire I cultivated. Qin Tian knew I could unleash Three Pure Fire, no wonder he looked that way. Truly, fate had destined this—Heaven itself aided me. Had I not cultivated Three Pure Fire, even knowing how to counter the thousand-year ice would have been useless.

Yang Haoxuan vanished into darkness, but his voice echoed clearly, making Hong Hanlin want to beat him.

Yet Li Longji remained seated calmly on his imperial throne, showing no intention to leave.