Chapter 554

If Tai Bai could precisely calculate fate, why did he tacitly allow Cai Fei to drain Hei Jinggang for a month back then?

Not even Tai Bai foresaw events unfolding this way—let alone this Star Lord.

The Star Lord of Destiny sighed inwardly, his face expressionless: "You decided on your own to seek revenge on Yu Fengxian at the Heavenly River Vortex. Don't falsely implicate others."

Tai Bai pressured Cai Fei into confessing and accepting punishment to swiftly close the case of "misusing divine arts"—he had clear personal motives.

What's going on? Why so quiet during the New Year? Even on ordinary days, Second Uncle's house was always lively.

Aside from the twelve casualties from the demigod battle, the remaining forty-four boys aged five to eight were gathered at Qiushi Square. Ya Dong, Tu La Ge, and Hei Ge were resuming their daily morning training, yet each now trained at intensities far exceeding before.

"Good! Let's cross to the other shore together! Charge—!" Yao Muchen swung his large hand boldly and charged toward the sea ahead; Lan Yuxi and the others followed close behind, pressing forward in battle.

Suddenly, Xu Shi's half-drunk eyes flashed with cold light as he turned his head toward the southwestern sky.

Thus, the Immortal Emperor was deeply curious: what divine art had Qin Yibai used to halt Dafantian? Unless Qin Yibai's cultivation surpassed Dafantian by an entire realm, only then could his "Zhi Chi Tian Ya" technique trap Dafantian—but the Immortal Emperor flatly refused to believe Qin Yibai possessed such high cultivation.

The Daoist of Tianji merely smiled silently and murmured: "Good that you're ready." Without any motion, he simply released his palm—the glowing sphere within shot forth like lightning, striking straight at Zhang Ruyun's chest.

At that moment, a cry from a Dragon Clan elder tightened every heart with tension—and a sliver of hope.

The slap landed on Tu La Duo's buttocks, but the pain struck Xu Rui's face; he stared at Ye Bai, his eyes bulging as if about to burst, his fists clenched tight, knuckles cracking sharply.

Ten minutes later, under the leadership of Lin Feiwu and Meng Chuer, the group advanced into the depths of Yanding Peak. Along the way, they kept a vast distance from Ya Dong, their expressions filled with clear hatred—as if they feared Ya Dong would secretly kill them.

The nine floating divine mountains above the Divine Ruins entrance, after eons of time, were no longer a topic of wonder for the Immortal Realm's populace; in a sense, these floating mountains had become a defining landmark of this land.

Thinking of this, Dun pressed his feet firmly to the ground, his hands subtly gathering power, eyes locked on the dark shadow racing toward him.

"Oh, thinking." To Simon's surprise, the voice did not elaborate—it gave only a few short words.

As Zhao Feng and Mu Xudong were slammed against the ceiling of the Tianwu Barrier, Shen Feng flashed sideways, distancing himself. The moment pressure lifted, their bodies plummeted downward.

Lan Xi's heart settled back into her chest—the Empress must have arranged everything perfectly, or she wouldn't have come.

Xu Lin gave no direct order; she let her several members clash with the opposing players. Nearby, several members of Bloodsky also squeezed in, as if eager to join in.

Without surprise, the two walked smoothly out of the secret passage, then out of the ruined temple, and cautiously stepped onto the road into the city, glancing around.

"So it was you who set this up. Why go through all this trouble? Do we have any grudge?" Hua Shangxue asked coldly, tightening her grip on her weapon.

When you eat someone's food, you're bound to their will; when you take their gifts, how can you refuse to follow their wishes?

Now, Sanbao sat squarely in the Hu family's mansion, utterly unaffected.