Chapter 630

"Little Fengxian, whether or not you harbor ambitions to become Emperor, the fact that you used the Emperor's power—ahem, the 'Zaiheng Power'—today must be studied only in private.

Do not let outsiders know, and under no circumstances should you reveal it to anyone." The old monk warned solemnly.

From the very beginning, he had used Heart-Transcendence to communicate mind-to-mind.

They spoke at length, even uttering words of grave treason—but all within their own minds, unheard by outsiders.

The more he lay there, the more agitated he became; finally, he rose, threw his pillow onto the sand, replaced the blanket with a brand-new set, and lay down again.

After summarizing the lessons learned came the arduous battlefield cleanup—this time, the engineer battalion had truly suffered: vomiting as they cursed the armored troops for being heartless, killing but not burying, and crushing the devils into pulp—how were they supposed to clean this up?

The special forces held the high ground; whenever they spotted enemy groups clustering, they hurled grenades to flush them out, then eliminated them with bullets. Soon, only Mao Yuan remained alive in his squad.

Perhaps I should first search the Domain for the Spirit Tree's core—maybe I'll find it?

The spontaneous influx of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy had not passed through the meridians; it clashed with Yang Chan's primordial force. As the Five Techniques circulated, the spiritual energy and primordial force tore at each other while being dragged into spiraling orbits around the Five Techniques, like swirling nebulae—a magnificent sight.

After bidding farewell, Meng Li returned alone. This separation, he guessed, would mean they wouldn't meet again for a long time. She returned to the system space, feeling there was nothing to do.

How could he possibly grasp the key point? It seems Jing Ze lost not only his face but also his mind after meeting Shi Mu.

Future historians would evaluate it thus: a unified planetary government laid the foundation for the future's glory.

What if, many years ago, Dong Qi had not sown discord between Shi Zui Zui and Liu Sui—how would they be now?

The two bantered and laughed all the way, finally stepping onto Dushan Island precisely at the moment the morning sun illuminated it.

Every time Jiutian refreshed his page, he saw the view count rising steadily. He glanced at the photo he'd posted—his snow-white wedding gown—and found it had been shared over thirty thousand times. But it wasn't enough.

You Yu clenched her fingers, her cheeks flushing with shame. She truly did not wish to enter the Central Defense Line—if she died, only her mother would remain on the island. That was too cruel.

As Situ Lin Xiao spoke, Li Yifan raised the Spirit Ring Jade Sword, its tip pointed directly at Yan Ruyu. The outcome of their duel would determine the fate of the immortal elixir.

And now, that 'god,' later adorned with countless epithets across millennia, glowed brightly in the vacuum of space where Qubi had once dwelled.

Yet the strange atmosphere here made him uneasy—he did not want to see the Spirit Plant Division lose face.

Lu Yun did not answer. Su Ha glanced at Lu Yun's profile; he didn't know how to explain, opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to express himself.

Rong Qian, though outwardly calm, felt a sharp pang in her heart upon hearing those words.

Rong Qian looked up; Lady Li's smile was genuine, her gaze brimming with affection—she felt the tender indulgence of maternal love.

In just a few months, Qiu Zhibin's work matched and even surpassed Li Jin's, and his network of connections rose rapidly within the same period.

Though she had not reached that realm, nor was she an external martial cultivator, she had read nearly all the imperial secret manuals; in terms of knowledge alone, she could be called erudite in martial arts and techniques.

Wu Xiong, seeing Long Bufan's carelessness, rejoiced inwardly, flicked his sword upward, aiming to sever two of Long Bufan's fingers—but the blade stuck fast, unmoved as if rooted to the ground.