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Chapter 772: Transmission of the Dao

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When Pangu split the “egg” within Chaos, forming the Pangu Great World, thousands of Chaotic Demonic Gods still existed in the surrounding Chaotic Seas.

This “thousand” is like the “thousand” in “Three Thousand Great Daos” or “three thousand feet of water falling straight down”—it is a figurative term meaning “many,” not an exact count.

Some Chaotic Demonic Gods watched silently; others tried to stop Pangu from opening Heaven and Earth; still others sought to seize the nascent Great World Pangu had forged.

At the dawn of creation, they clashed with Pangu.

Lucien and his few subordinates, watching the writhing vampires, simultaneously pulled out ultraviolet bombs and hurled them together—there was a thunderous boom, and blinding light flooded the sky and earth, blinding even the werewolves’ eyes.

Life truly is full of unexpected encounters; after so long, Captain Dong still hadn’t changed—he still wore that same cold expression as when they first met.

The short blade affixed to his right arm sliced through the air, a blade-wind as thin as a cicada’s wing, light and drifting, slashing toward Chu Tiance’s throat.

Fang Yan immediately drew the Chiyou Demon Blade and unleashed a Moonlight Slash toward the colossal worm before him.

Death was sometimes this close to him; Xing Fu was his childhood friend. Though he was roughly twenty years older than her, it made no difference—he and she were “friends across generations.”

All the students of the Imperial Academy sighed in unison; only those who had worn the uniform could truly appreciate its comfort—forcing them back into traditional robes felt like torture, and since they all shared the same classroom, it was misery piled upon misery.

As Yu Zhining finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent. No one had expected Yu Zhining to ruin the atmosphere so thoroughly—but the Mohist’s words were not wrong, and such a grand occasion being utterly empty clearly meant it had been arranged solely to welcome them.

Lu Yang’s gaze sharpened instantly; he scanned the surrounding void with sudden alertness, then his arm muscles tensed as he reversed his sword and held it at his side.

This lance turned the tide—neither Chu Feng nor Amelia would allow these werewolves to disrupt it. In an instant, both lunged forward, two dark shadows shooting out.

To the Qingkong birds, Qiuyu, in the state of unity with Heaven and Earth, seemed like one of their own—even a favorite of all nature—and thus they never entertained any thought of hostility toward him.

The State Preceptor’s gaze swept over the Crown Prince of Wu, who had come specially to thank him—this man was the true one whose life had been saved—and as his eyes settled on him, the Preceptor’s expression grew strange.

“Little brother, well done. But since you brought the guy back, why not go tease those iron-rank disciples who don’t know their place? Show off your might a bit?” Cao Fatty chuckled dryly.

The Tall Monk and the Short Monk sat in seats slightly forward, watching Su Ke’s graceful figure pass by them and ascend the podium; they frowned, their worry heavy.

Zhu Houzhao shouted, “Fall back! If anyone else rushes in, shoot them with firearms—don’t advance.” Luo Xing and his men were reckless, for the two who had rushed forward had taken the most arrows—several had struck vital spots, and they were already dead.

But she hadn’t expected this annoying fellow to come forward and provoke her himself, leaving her unsure how to respond. Fine, fine—she’d give him face, to spare him embarrassment before Su Ke and Yu Yunyun.

At the very moment the Flame Lord died, King Roger of the Ox Kingdom, far away in Emerald City, fell into a state worse than death.

Given Ho Ke’s hatred for the Demon Race, it was impossible to expect him to calmly remain in Emerald City preparing for the demonic invasion. So when Ho Ke requested to lead troops to exterminate the demons, Roger readily agreed.

This Divine Son Legion possessed fierce combat will, flawless coordination among warriors—clearly the product of rigorous training.

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