Chapter 577: Net Search

The Li family is close to the Great God Bashé, and Li Xianzhi's father was granted the "Mandate of Heaven" by the Great God Bashé.

the White Dragon King is the river deity of the Heilonghe, a direct subordinate of the Great God Bashé.

They are likely the ones who understand the Great God Bashé's condition best.

Upon hearing Xiao Yu's question, both lowered their eyes and fell silent.

Xiao Yu sighed: "The Black Cobra Demon King must have learned something, otherwise he would never dare to rashly enter Western Shu."

And one more thing.

The glowing figure still smiled at her, like a nightmare from reality that could not be shaken off.

Ji Wuji saw it most clearly: among the hundreds present, apart from the injured Wuchen, Wusu, and Sima Chengfeng, only he could understand. So he suddenly clenched his fist—he was neither enemy nor friend to the Kongmen, but he respected them as heroes, knowing death was certain yet unafraid of it. It suited him perfectly.

He silently offered the sachet made by himself and Qinghe, placing it before the grave, then smiled faintly and returned to the Heavenly Realm.

From the time the Great Snow Mountain took command of the Demon Realm, it moved its peak to the central junction of the Four Great Continents, radiating across the entire Demon Realm, and established four branches on the Four Great Continents: the Northeast Branch, Northwest Branch, Southwest Branch, and Southeast Branch, each governing Beiju Lu Zhou, Xiniu He Zhou, Nanzhan Bu Zhou, and Dongsheng Shen Zhou respectively.

In Hangzhou, where the market is so developed, what could two copper coins buy? Only a bowl of plain noodles from the stall at the entrance to Zhu Family Lane. If the owner felt pity, he might give you a slice of fatty beef. If he was cruel, even the chopped green onion might be half the usual portion.

Ashui stared blankly, opened his mouth to speak, but could not produce a sound. He grew anxious, and the more he tried to speak, the more he couldn't—his pale face turned crimson, then his body went limp and collapsed again.

Yet this clumsy, taciturn Tian Tong Saint was beloved by Hongmeng Dao Ren and those Quasi-Dao masters.

As soon as his hand touched the table, he accidentally knocked the vase off the wooden surface, and a crisp sound rang out—shards scattered everywhere, some landing among the human bones.

Back then, it was by this same river, under this same clear night, as if every corner of darkness had been illuminated.

The blood gushing out and the pain from that spot allowed her to maintain her sanity for a moment, and her master halted his steps.

But unlike Qin Yu, who traveled alone, each of them was accompanied by a group of prodigy disciples.

Because she knew her brother Xiao Yan was so proud; during these three years of lost power, he always forced smiles—he was stronger than anyone else. Now that a chance to grow stronger had come, he would unhesitatingly embrace it, no matter how much pain it caused. So she did not disturb him, even though her heart felt as if torn apart.

The advantage of this was that it did not affect the transportation of goods or grain to the cement workshop, ensuring nearly uninterrupted grain supply there.

At this point, Han Bingbing's face turned grave, as if undertaking something of immense weight, as she looked at Lu Yan.

Seeing how seriously she swept, he did not interrupt, continuing his meditation. When his meditation ended, he descended from the roof and went straight to the kitchen.

Ji Ruoshui's expression darkened, but Ying Sha ignored it entirely, extending one finger—sword and knife qi encircled her, slicing out a tiger hide, then, under the control of her eighth-rank divine power, vines pierced the tiger's body, blending with the scent of flowers into its bones.

Others who had been watching hesitantly, hearing his logical reasoning and considering Huolian Gu's status as the top sect under the One Alliance and Three Fortresses, concluded he would not spread rumors, and finally some began to agree.

"Uh, it's okay, honestly, I don't even know what happened," Lü Feng said, a remark that killed the mood. Indeed, he didn't understand why his comprehension had suddenly improved so much—techniques that had been hard to learn just days ago, like the Sword-Draw Art, now felt easy.