Chapter 436: Outlook

“That’s it?!”

Xia Daoming stared as the labor of nearly a hundred Qingyuan Sect disciples—days of hard work—turned to ash in an instant, yet the withered tree seemed unchanged, leaving him momentarily stunned.

After a long while, Xia Daoming seemed to remember something and swiftly gestured toward the withered tree.

The withered tree flew up and landed in his palm.

Xia Daoming fixed his gaze on the withered tree, golden whirlpools swirling deep within his eyes.

Soon, he

Wu Sheng saw Su Yan had come to negotiate business; he solemnly invited the two into his office, personally brewed tea for them, and then asked what guidance she offered.

The bone-wing zombie intended to take advantage of the chaos to kill Xiao Weiting and avenge its mother zombie, but the level-six bone-armored zombie took no notice, interpreting the lower-level zombie’s attempt to snatch food from its mouth as insolence; it lifted its head and roared at the bone-wing zombie in midair, the threat in its roar unmistakable.

In earlier years, some directors dared to take risks, ignoring domestic censorship and shooting directly, then taking their films abroad for awards—but that’s impossible now.

Across the endless grassland, the three brothers continued bickering, the sky above impossibly clear, not a single cloud in sight; the green expanse stretched boundlessly, without wind, without sun, everything serene.

Besides the First and Seventh Academies, which had remained unchanged for years, the rankings of the other five academies frequently shifted, so students from those five naturally resented students from the other four.

His mind was flooded with countless Wu Mings standing before him, numbering from the first to infinity.

“Like it! Then do you like me?” After answering Li Ningyu’s question, Louis immediately turned the question back on him.

But Chen Hao was puzzled—he remembered the post clearly said fifty copper coins per sheet; how had it dropped to thirty so quickly?

After an indeterminate time, the turbulent heavens and earth finally calmed. Above, a horrifying gaping hole and countless spiderweb-like cracks marred the sky—but the faces beyond the hole had vanished.

“Not at all—Mr. Lin is someone the leader personally instructed us to treat with the utmost care; how could we possibly be negligent?” Qin’s stern face softened slightly as he spoke.

What’s going on? Lin froze—the emergency red light on his headgear had just lit up. He glanced over; Han Bing was still in the game, but he too had turned his gaze this way, as if experiencing the same situation.

“Are you guys super brain-dead??” Franche couldn’t help shouting, but then he froze as he noticed the ground beside Seniors’s feet had turned liquid-soft, accompanied by a faint splashing sound, and Seniors was slowly sinking.

Beneath his feet, mountains and rivers reversed at blinding speed; the mutated Wang Yi took one step, altering heaven and earth—unleashing the great divine art of “spaceless stride,” shrinking distance into a single step.

Lin Fei revealed his form, and every soldier raising guns at him collapsed like wheat cut by wind—twenty-plus Japanese soldiers, none spared.

In a certain sense, she, like her sister Mei Ruxue, had lofty ambitions—both hoped to rise above their father and become chair of the Yuecheng Pharmaceutical Association.

With just the Dark Temple, Lan Tian Baiyun’s group stood no chance; now that the Dark Temple had suddenly intervened, many were left utterly bewildered.

Indeed, without Song Ming’s efforts, Jiangbei City’s economy would likely have collapsed; Song Ming had quietly toiled for decades, transforming this barren land into fertile soil, making it a coveted prize in many eyes.

Lin Fei held the “Eye of Fate,” as relentless probing forces surged against it—but he severed them all, then used power to seal them in reverse.