Chapter 826

The Jade Emperor’s Lingxiao Palace stands at the highest point of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Yet above the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the supreme heavenly realm of Da Luo Tian, governed by the Three Pure Ones.

To attain the Da Luo Golden Immortal rank, one must ascend to Da Luo Tian. Under normal circumstances, only those who have already achieved Da Luo Golden Immortal status—or are qualified to do so—may enter Da Luo Tian.

At this moment, in the Da Chi Tian region of Da Luo Tian, within the Taiqing Palace.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun opened his eyes, and the entire Da Chi Tian seemed to…

“Report to the Regional Commander and Deputy Commander—we’ve arrived!” Darieli stopped at the entrance of another cave.

If there truly is a connection, and the mountain village outpost is being used as a diversion to gain the upper hand for launching terrorist attacks in the Western Frontier, then the opponent isn’t merely insane—he’s utterly deranged.

“Fuck! Useless! I told you to block them—just block them! Why all the damn excuses?!” The major, growing angrier by the second, roared again, leaving the bearded man utterly bewildered.

Ye Han paid no heed to this yapping dog; from start to finish, they never entered his sight.

Ye Han saw the man was a stranger and had no patience to waste; he coldly barked, “Get out,” unleashed his aura, and blasted the man away.

The mustached man glanced at the burning gate, then at his two companions who had just struggled to their feet, and unconsciously clenched his iron club.

Su Xiao was no merciful man; from the very beginning, he had no intention of sparing any who sought to harm him.

Su Xiao quietly exhaled in relief. Fortunately, he had noticed the tear in his sleeve last night; after careful recollection, he confirmed it was most likely torn that day on the tree, when he spotted Liu Wushuang bathing beneath the waterfall and she sensed him and fled—so he hastily sewed it up, ensuring no trace remained.

At that moment, a green light erupted; countless vines burst from the iron sphere, instantly forming a wall of green vines that blocked every sword.

The man wore a black suit, seated in the driver’s seat, his gaze slightly lowered, his profile handsome and alluring, his slender fingers gliding over the machine’s surface.

Suddenly, a ding sounded—the spaceship’s hatch slid open automatically. Pengpeng immediately erased all expression, acting as if nothing had happened, glancing left and right.

But Su Jinxi didn’t notice how sweet her voice sounded when she mentioned Shangguan Sicheng, or how warm her gaze was.

How could Su Jinxi bear to let them strive so tirelessly for her? She quickly adjusted her emotions, doing her best to hide her complex feelings from her father and nurse.

In his lapse, Bai Shuize was caught up by Chen Qing, who reached out and seized one of Bai Shuize’s feet. Bai Shuize swung his front paw, severing his own hind leg outright—leaving Chen Qing with only a severed limb.

Around Shicun, Su Yang had traversed every stretch of wasteland over the years; where monsters or beasts lurked, he knew every detail by heart.

“So eager?” Yun Zhiqiang found it amusing; he saw through Bei Qiye’s inner greed, recognizing him as a man obsessed with wealth.

“So that’s how it is—I didn’t consider it thoroughly enough. Relocating the poison factory does require a large truck,” Kamila said, hearing Luo Qianfan’s words, finding them reasonable, then spoke slowly.

Shaking his head, Gu Yue entered the grand hall of the Xiu Luo Formation Tower. Damn! Inside was a riot—crowds upon crowds, apprentices exchanging their crafted talismans for spirit stones. Gu Yue squeezed through for a while, but couldn’t take it anymore; he decided to wait until the crowd thinned.

The fat man pulled out a roll of tape and walked up to Gou Ge. The latter immediately understood, extending his hands.

The two cultivators guarding the gate smiled humbly, utterly unlike Ye Bai’s earlier demeanor.

Of course, now that they were being hunted by the Gigant tribe warriors, they surely regretted their earlier choice; dancing with wolves looked beautiful on the surface, but Li Hu now truly understood the danger and heartache it entailed.

Meng Shenyin, dressed in white robes, stood facing the wind, her face expressionless, gazing calmly at the crowd.

Though the situation was mentally taxing, Zhou Yu had a good habit: when he didn’t understand, he asked. And perhaps the Time-Space God truly had need—he began explaining to Zhou Yu. Only after deeply understanding did Zhou Yu realize this world was far more dazzling than he’d ever imagined.

“That’s a good idea! Kneel and thank me,” Yun Fan chuckled, a faint aura of authority instantly enveloping the figures before him.

Although the supreme sect will ultimately prevail, it will pay an enormous price. It will be unable to recover its strength for at least a hundred years, giving its enemies a clear opportunity.

The mansion’s large gate was tightly shut; the six Wu Yang Dao cultivators did not appear. Xu Qi truly didn’t know what they were up to.

But a new puzzle arose: why did items from the Holy Capital appear within the Jiemie Forest? And this supreme treasure shattered thirty-three ten thousand years ago, while the Tomb Keeper had guarded the Immortal Grave for exactly thirty-three ten thousand years—what connection exists? What happened thirty-three ten thousand years ago? Or was it merely coincidence?

On the stone platform, battle fury surged; the clash of techniques and the scrape of weapons echoed incessantly—a chaotic battle erupted.

Amid falling petals, Shao Heng tightly gripped her hand, kissed her star-bright eyes as if drunk.

“Big Sister Anne…” Yini Lis in Anne Lot’s arms softly called out.

“Understood!” The youths present were all sharp; upon hearing this, they shivered—but several who had long been doted on by their parents smirked faintly, clearly aware of this scenario and already planning their moves. Ye Feng remained unmoved.

Song Ranran lay in bed; she had planned her fall down the stairs, so it didn’t hurt much, and her limp walk was entirely feigned.

Hua Jinyu nodded. “I was going to tell you today anyway.” Then he began explaining in detail.

At that moment, Ye Feng walked to the Ice Soul Silver Tree, glanced at it—the bark showed no damage. He reached out, touched it; the cold still pierced through. He raised his Dragon Blood Scale Blade, smiled, and said, “Let’s see whether you’re harder than my blade,” then leapt high from below, landing on a side branch.