Chapter 563

"Truly miraculous! Six years ago, I left from the Heilong River beside Yingxiang Prefecture, swimming south for thousands of li—straight-line distance at least two thousand li. Yet six years later, after departing from Jishui Water Palace, I've returned to the very same spot."

As Xiao Yu mused, she felt a sudden, inexplicable stirring in her heart.

It seemed her return to Yingxiang Prefecture was no accident, but a coincidence woven by karmic ties.

It was fate—fate demanded she fulfill it!

After a moment's silence, Xiao Yu slowly descended again toward the Heilong River.

Come on, you actually believe it? Jia Yan himself didn't believe any such thing as instantaneous teleportation existed in this world—unless it was spatial folding.

Even if he entered the competition and let many watch, it was only because he enjoyed the cheers and applause—this was precisely the mindset of the vast majority of nobles.

Yet Ai Li gritted her teeth and endured, afraid any movement might disrupt her, refusing to pull back her left hand—even if injured.

In the hall, a girl whose beauty far surpassed most of the ladies present stepped slowly to the very center of everyone's attention.

The Holy Son had long despised the Heavenly Emperor; he envied, resented, and coveted the Heavenly Emperor's prestige, convinced it rightfully belonged to him—and with Angela taken by the Heavenly Emperor, he grew desperate to prove himself stronger than the Heavenly Emperor.

Not long after Gu Yunting and Sun Fugui departed, a band of desert bandits arrived at Sun Fugui's tribulation site. Their numbers were immense—nearly a hundred—and each exuded a brutal, violent aura; their leader was a mid-stage Body Integration expert.

Jia Yan gave her no further chance to stay, for the Domain Lord creature would not allow Princess Sira to remain much longer.

The White God deity who had just been chasing Aidi Sha and the other arrived, shrouded in White God divine light.

In just half a month, Jiang Hai had opened the Korean market—this market share's value would not be less than one billion U. . dollars.

The difficulty of this move was simply insane; performing a backflip alone made visual control extremely hard, yet Ye Chen dared to do it anyway.

Gu Hengbo silently shook her head; compared to the fate of herself and Meilou, reputation among peers no longer mattered—survival was what truly counted.

Above the cliff face, a waterfall cascaded down—its flow was gentle, yet offered an ultimate visual delight.

Below, someone snapped a few photos, and they stepped down from the stage. Logically, Lai Wei Guo should have stepped down too—but somehow, this man announced the company ranked last.

Add to that the fact that what I'm about to announce will surely spark uproar—if someone takes the chance to cause trouble, the situation will spiral out of control.

But at that moment, Zhou Tian stepped forward, instantly drawing every journalist's lens—even many reporters who had been chasing Liu Xixi turned back at once.

Qi Ming signaled to Zhan Lan; she understood, waved her hand, and a milky-white light flew from her palm onto the male lead's body—immediately, his breathing steadied.

The Cold Light palm imprint swept across instantly; wherever it passed, vines turned to icy crystals, shimmering under magnificent blue light—a devastating area attack. Countless charging vine demons were shattered into ice shards; the foremost were rendered combat-ineffective in an instant.

Soon, the meal was ready: four dishes and one soup—clearly better than last night's fare. The man who had gone to work returned, drenched in sweat.

"Haha, no need! Let me tell you a secret—these pills are mine for consignment." Qing Yang smiled broadly.

The rebels dragged the child out again, drew a large military knife, pointed its tip at the child, and roared two more commands at the man.

Fang He looked over and saw a man wrapped in swirling black mist emerge from the void, his crimson eyes radiating boundless malice.