Chapter 652: Heavenly River Cultivation

I cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, for I am lost within its mountains.

For the same reason, within the Heavenly River space, one cannot see its boundaries.

But the Heavenly River does have the concept of a "shore"—not the shore of the entire river, but the shores of islands within it.

The tribe of the little mermaid Bi Ruo resides among a cluster of underwater reefs.

Dozens of zhang beneath the water's surface, they build "shell" huts upon the rocks; when starlight passes through the water and falls, it illuminates them.

Wang Qing's cultivation speed is the slowest of the three; she remains at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. Fortunately, she does not seem to care much about it, letting everything unfold naturally.

Chen Yi merely smiled, then walked ahead toward the stairs leading to the second floor. I followed her steps, my heart growing increasingly uneasy—her demeanor made it clear she came with complicated feelings, which was why she refused to respond to my jokes.

Previously, my eyes were blind from poisoning—not a fatal wound. But now, this hand has had its tendons severed; if ruined, there is no hope of recovery.

Suddenly, Lu Ziyu leaned in and gripped her throat. "Don't even think about investigating me. If I find out, you'll lose even the chance and the right to cooperate with me!" Lu Ziyu warned her, each word deliberate.

As for clues regarding the crystal element, they've found nothing. This lone breakthrough, Wang Yang dare not slacken even slightly.

Hong Jie's late-stage cultivation is no ordinary power; his sword-flight speed is extraordinary. In half a cup of tea's time, Hao Yang and the others saw a distant black dot hurtling toward them!

Cangzhou Prefecture is her domain, and similarly, Taiping Town is the territory of Pei Qin and Pei Qian. Bai Jinyan, alone, dared not linger long in Taiping Town.

Even if something happened in the Wildlands, Wang Yang had confidence he could lead everyone out unscathed.

"Y-yes!" Alice finally came to her senses, sensing something was off. She looked up at Lu Chen and saw his expression utterly calm—suddenly, she couldn't tell what Lu Chen meant at all.

They witnessed with their own eyes how I rushed in first, yet now the room is empty. They'll surely assume Chen Changsheng emptied it all. Even if Chen Changsheng had a hundred mouths, each with a hundred tongues, swearing he gained nothing, no one in the world would believe him.

"Open it. Take everything out." Li Qiu's tone was calm, but the slight twitching of his jaw muscles and the rising veins on his neck revealed he was suppressing, suppressing a flood of rage.

As for whether Ren Tingting, now transformed into a vampire, could still attract Elder Ren, Zhang Wang wasn't worried. The zombie needed only the blood of relatives tied to him within Ren Tingting's body; even if the blood was slightly "cooler," it wouldn't delay matters.

The room's area isn't large, but against the walls stand two black-lacquered wooden racks, laden with rare antiques. Given the Second Prince's status, these surely aren't fakes.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuhe and Ling Duan Shang exchanged glances, both silent. After a long pause, a loud, wild laugh erupted—though it was laughter, it brimmed with murderous intent, unmistakably from Xiao Yuhe.

Something unexpected happened: Lu Chen's lunge didn't land on the empty bed beside Xixilia; instead, he tumbled directly onto her, and instantly, Xixilia's soft, supple body pressed firmly against him through the quilt.

"Shoes?" Mu Ziqiu stared at her white canvas shoes, seeing nothing amiss.

"Sect Master, you…" Xuan Qing felt his eyes growing damp. Xuan Yujie was his junior—he had watched him grow from childhood. Now, that child had become the pillar of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Su Hanjin stared tensely at the Mingyi King, who now wore human form, lazily reclining, his long tongue flickering—utterly bizarre.

Yet her heart felt strangely calm, as if she had never left, as if she had merely traveled to a necessary place—no joy, no sorrow, nothing but a task.

I don't understand how red coral is so valuable, but red coral earrings are truly beautiful. After dinner and a bath, I secretly slipped the earrings on in my bedroom. As I packed, I kept glancing in the mirror, admiring myself.

But this is also exhausting. Abdominal breathing trains every sinew and bone—this isn't something achieved overnight.

Xia Nian shuddered, recalling how, after accepting Mo Xize's proposal, she vanished the next day without a trace. The pain surged again, wave after wave, yet she could only endure it, hiding it from Luo Ming.

"On screen, an elder frowned: 'Transferring you away isn't punishment—it's because you have something more important to do. You may retain your Six Departments post, but… we need you to take on another role.'"

Du Heng's attitude was far too kind, like meeting a friend. The relationship between Dao Zhen and them shouldn't be this harmonious.

His gaze fixed on Yang Deyi returning—he realized the man's excuse to capture Sima Qing from Zhao Huan was merely a ruse.

Mu Qing inwardly groaned, hoping Ji Lingfei would call Xia Zechen—perhaps that could immediately quell his anger.

On his way to the Great Ming Palace to find Lu Han, Xia Zechen received Ji Lingfei's call: she'd be arriving soon and asked him to mediate, urging Lu Han to apologize to Ji Linghan.

Su Yulou stood coldly throughout, his gaze toward Qiao Siwan faintly tinged with resentment.

Mi Nan wanted to shove away that despicable double agent, but her strength simply couldn't match Xueli's.

Yet such a task is also a form of training, greatly enhancing his own strength.

She too was deeply curious—what level had this fellow's soul force reached?

Zhu Zhuqing seized this moment to catch her breath, shifting her form midair and landing steadily on the ground, glancing at the Phoenix-Tailed Rooster Snake with a hint of lingering fear.

Others might assume Qiao Qianshu has deep feelings for Zhou Xiuhao, but she knew for certain: Qiao Qianshu went to deliver news to Zhou Xiuhao.

Chen Lanxin dared act so recklessly only because she mistakenly believed Qiao Siwan was still the old, cautious, obedient woman who endured public humiliation for the sake of the greater good—but she didn't realize Qiao Siwan was no longer that woman. If others don't provoke me, I won't act. If they do provoke me, I'll repay them tenfold.