Chapter 469: Harvesting the True Water of Xuanming

Golden light shot from his eyes, piercing into the crack.

Indeed, dozens of zhang below the crack lay a black liquid that seemed to absorb all light, so icy it could freeze even the gaze.

Xia Daoming quickly disbanded the Golden Eye Technique, daring not to probe the water with his spiritual power again.

For when his Golden Eye Technique rested upon it, a chilling coldness had surged straight through the technique into his eyes.

The bottom of Xuanwu Lake truly

As previously mentioned, the previous large force assembled by the Ben Gang Alliance had swept through the primordial forest, clearing a vast open area.

“Are the abilities of these evolvers really that powerful? Can they really dig a well that spouts water?” asked Wang Lin, who had never experienced a mutated creature’s village raid.

Several fish swam past the two of them; ahead, a faint glow appeared—it must be the exit.

But the deed he had decided upon could not be undone by mere persuasion; last time he had abandoned it by accident—would he now have to go even further, become even colder?

At his command, two four-hundred-liao warships and one thousand-liao fu-ship slowly pulled away from shore, heading into the boundless distance, leaving only Li Tianyang, Yu Zhu, and the others watching them depart.

Among them, the local ruffians and hoodlums of Xianyang City were the most eager; while they operated secretly beneath the surface, the city’s authorities and military remained oblivious, frantically struggling to repel the peasant rebels’ daily assaults on the city walls.

Money moves even demons to grind grain; Ning Zhiyuan, this god of wealth, broke through every obstacle and easily reached the front of Lu Xiangxue.

Yue Yao scolded with a laugh: “Don’t you know how great a blessing it is to carry two? How many women long for twins and can’t even conceive one? You’ve got them and you’re complaining.” This remark, if spoken aloud, would draw fierce criticism—even Yue Yao herself wanted to criticize it.

The bridal sedan was lifted; the matchmaker poured a basin of water onto the stone steps, then firecrackers erupted in deafening noise, and the wedding feast began.

“Hm?” As the starlight, transformed from the guardian, seeped into Shen Haoxuan’s body, he felt a pure purifying force appear in his dantian.

Among those Liang Hao knew—Hong Zhenxiong, Lin Yuexian, and Yuan Qinghua—all had reached the contestants’ reserved area, but with countless eyes upon them, no one spoke.

The lion beast was indeed disturbed, hesitating to advance. One thought urged it to pounce and kill the hateful human cultivator; the next urged it to flee and cling to life. One moment it was righteous fury, ready to fight to the death; the next, fear of the cultivator took root, and retreat became its only desire.

But Yue Yi’s mother had sung at the state banquet—that was entirely different; no wonder even Lin Tianwang respected her.

Lin Chengyue was timid, always bowing her head, tears streaming; yet Bao Erniang saw none of them.

And now, the instant that voice reappeared, he felt the burden on his shoulders lighten.

Look! In the center of the hall, upon a throne—that was where the divine bone lay!

What? Even more benefits? You icy-faced bastard—you’re scum, a bastard! Isn’t this taking advantage of misfortune, extorting in desperation?

“Hey, can’t you say something nice?” Lin Chengshuang crossed her arms, furious at these words.

Miao Kedi was about to refuse, when Jin Zhongda gently placed his index finger against his lips, silencing her.

Though she walked normally now, she dared not put any weight on her feet—she relied entirely on Qiao Si to carry her as she moved.

Su Han had no idea what Su Jiang was imagining; he continued using his spiritual sense to gauge the surroundings, skillfully avoiding large beasts.

Cao Jianjun was released at dawn, his eyes blackened from lack of sleep; now he remained silent, his expression grim.