Chapter 453: Then You Stay

The blazing sword light had already dissipated.

Zuo Dongge had aged dramatically, his hair now entirely white, his face lined with wrinkles, his frame gaunt and weak, like an old man on the verge of death.

The Nascent Soul hovering above his head had shrunk to the size of one just formed after Core Formation, its aura flickering erratically, as if a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

Blazing Sun Scorches Heaven Sword.

Over these past days, Zuo Dongge had narrowly escaped death countless times, and today, on the very brink of life and death, he finally attained insight.

The identity of this man was obvious—the royal guardian of the Sangliso Kingdom: the legendary hero, Gelusu.

As he spoke, a golden light suddenly flared in the stern man’s forehead, like a golden vertical pupil; the golden radiance illuminated him as he closed his eyes, his head tilted slightly to one side, his brows furrowing and relaxing in slow rhythm.

Take Dao Ming True Person, for example—his body is nearly fully petrified; it would be nearly impossible for him to cultivate any other technique from Kunlun Sect.

At this moment, Bai Sen also managed to calm his mind, sitting by the campfire as he carefully wiped his blade.

Jiang De was playing cards here; beside him, Yu Zao first watched for a while, then came behind Jiang De, knelt on the deck, and began massaging his back.

Next, Dan Dong called everyone on his phone who was listed as being from his cousin’s village, but no one answered.

The Ninth Prince roared in frenzy; the power of his Saintly Origin could not last much longer, so he went all out, bellowing with such force that the entire sea trembled, the sound echoing tens of thousands of miles away.

The American team’s athlete A Luo De, who had previously run shoulder to shoulder with him, had not even reached the eighth hurdle when Chu Feng crossed the finish line; other competitors hadn’t even cleared the seventh hurdle.

Loneliness, coldness, and silence remained the dominant themes of this despairing world; in places untouched by war, everything visible stretched in gray.

Yi Zi, walking ahead, paused briefly, glanced sideways at the surroundings, then stepped out of the café.

At this moment, everyone’s spiritual sense simultaneously perceived a bizarre scene: black, a murky, deep black, as if at the very bottom of the earth, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged atop a black mountain and black cliff, beneath him a chasm ten thousand zhang deep, its bottom glowing with a light that swirled with Black Abyss Power. This scene appeared in their spiritual senses for less than five seconds, then vanished instantly.

The Demon Realm had endured tens of thousands of years of chaos; major powerful clans gradually rose to prominence, dividing territories and ruling domains, their blazing power completely replacing the Holy Land’s status in the hearts of all demon races.

“Take a look?” The young man paused, unable to help but smile bitterly—without awakening the Martial Soul, it simply wasn’t awakened; no amount of looking could fix that. He shook his head and prepared to record it.

Everyone gave their names, showing great excitement; to be known by Ye Yang was as if it were an extremely joyful thing.

“I’ll take him!” With a thunderous roar, Tu Yunxiao appeared directly on the flight path of Mo Yuntian; a massive spiked club materialized in his hand, and he swung it down hard at Mo Yuntian.

A healthy ordinary person, through diligent practice, can enter the basics in half a year and fully open all meridians within ten years to reach the Post-Heaven Realm.

Beneath the soil lay a manually laid path of blue stone; no one questioned where so much blue stone had come from.

So fragrant, so tender—he had never tasted anything so delicious; it could melt the tongue.

“It seems Yun Ge taking you as his disciple wasn’t without reason—but pity, both you and he are men of corrupt hearts!” Wu Ming raised his Soul-Slaying Spear, pointing it at the Mist Emperor, then stepped forward, accelerating as he launched his assault.

Both quantity and quality were top-tier; nearly all second- and third-grade spiritual herbs were present here, in substantial amounts, arranged neatly like vegetables in a market stall.

Although many of the magic lamps here had gone out—even nearly all along the left wall—one lamp still glowed, and it shone far brighter than the others.