Chapter 665: Divine Valor, Tianpeng

The Heavenly River may have curvature, but it is too wide, too long, too vast—even at Xiao Yu's current realm, she cannot perceive its arc.

Like an ordinary person falling into the sea, perceiving the sea surface as flat as a mirror, with no visible curve.

Yet beneath Xiao Yu, the Heavenly River suddenly made a ninety-degree turn.

As if she had reached the river's end—a limitless waterfall plunging straight down to the mortal world.

Below the waterfall, a colossal "tentacle whale"

Sun Cheng finally awoke from meditation, exhaling a thick breath that shot out like an arrow, extending nearly a meter into the air before dissipating.

The underground world across the land was in turmoil, yet Yang Tian received a report call and merely said, "I know," then fell silent.

The former filled him with revulsion, unbearable to behold; all his attention focused on the latter—the malformed sword scar.

"Convert attribute specialization and link to Flame Demon. Confirm?" Another prompt appeared.

The words had barely fallen with finality when Lei Wuji's pupils contracted and his face drained of color. He stared out, seeing a figure standing where the cliff had once been a thousand zhang sheer.

He no longer felt much urge to dodge; though his expression remained grave, inwardly he was secretly delighted.

This goal lifted morale immensely, instantly infusing the Kansas troops with boundless confidence—Kentucky wasn't so formidable after all, it could be dealt with.

Howard's instinct was reluctant to pass, but remembering how much Kobe had sacrificed for this game, he still tossed the ball over.

Yang Tian had long since constructed a mental model, monitoring every move of his opponent.

Qin Lie's pupils instantly contracted. He possessed this divine art himself, yet had never before witnessed its full power when perfected.

A final thread of conviction still upheld Senior Advisor Gao. That September, the military announced a reduction of 300, 00 troops; the armed forces were to be reformed, technical officers would strictly replace command officers, large headquarters would be reorganized, and Senior Advisor Gao, as a seconded staff officer, had no choice but to return to his original unit.

Since the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, science has answered the question, "What is socialism, and how to build it?" Firmly walking the socialist path, resolutely innovating understanding of socialism, and scientifically practicing socialism, China has achieved worldwide acclaim.

"Have you clarified the relationship between Tianyu International and Biyue International? Why did Tianyu International unconditionally support Biyue during the auction?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

The road was cut off; returning to base was impossible. They could only camp on the mountain at night, where the wind was fierce—individual tents could not be erected; they blew apart the moment unfurled.

"I'm Jiang Shan from the Yi Jing Academy!" Jiang Shan, never one to avoid trouble, leapt back onto the arena, smiling at Yang Ye below.

This square is the Medicine King Academy's "Alchemy Ground," where anyone wishing to join may cultivate and refine pills; if noticed by the Academy's Elders or Sect Master, they may be summoned up the mountain to learn the Medicine King Sect's cultivation and pill-refining methods.

This haughty demeanor completely ignored Shao Qingqing; worse still, within these few minutes, Guo Xiangjun treated her as if she were invisible—how could she not be furious?

Don't be tense—it's not regional discrimination; as a former Chinese citizen, Xiao En holds equal feelings toward people from every province.

Ai Gu could only sigh silently—if a Daoist or Yin-Yang Master heard this, they'd be furious to the point of collapse.

The artificially affected voice instantly jolted Bai Xinyu, who had been half-asleep.

She never suffered heart-wrenching heartbreak; setbacks were her norm, hardening her heart. Yet those who once valued her, she kept cherished deep within.