Chapter 603: There Is One Possibility

A blade of light came from the southwest, circled once, then hovered above the small boat; Gao Xiu leaned forward and asked, “Young friends, where are you from? Where are you headed?”

Dongfang Yuying said, “We come from Dongting Lake and are bound for Dongxian Island. May I ask, Elder, what guidance do you offer?”

Gao Xiu looked at Dongfang Yuying, then at Liu Xiaolou, fell silent for a moment, and said slowly, “Ahead lies a sea vortex. Young friends, beware and steer clear!”

Dongfang Yuying and Liu Xiaolou both bowed.

Instantly rising from a rank of hundreds of thousands to number one, this long-missed feeling was beyond delightful.

“Result? What result? Killing Murong Chen and wiping out the Central Plains team—that’s the result.” The clone Zheng Zhe spoke with great swagger; to others, it might have seemed impressive, but to Murong Fang, it was pure midlife-crisis-level otaku madness—the kind no brain pill could cure.

Fortunately, ancient air was fresh, and the hilltop views were fine; in modern times, this would be perfect for recuperation. Lu Ping, who had once worked himself to exhaustion, could now use this chance to rest.

The Void Battlefield is a divine-level battlefield projection, not a real place—it is a battlefield carved by the energy of the Cross-Domain Gate, a manifestation of divine technique.

At Taiji Palace’s Lizheng Hall, Wang Xinxin felt great relief upon seeing Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin and others arriving with him.

Since becoming pregnant, she had become even more brazen in inviting her usual female friends to dinner at her mansion—really just to show off her pregnancy.

That figure was far too familiar; one glance was enough to recognize who he was. No matter how aged his face had grown, how ugly he had become, even if reduced to bones, she could still identify him at a single look.

One person and one beast groped forward in darkness; without Hui Teng’s company, they would have gone mad long ago—endless darkness brought loneliness and helplessness.

After comforting the Blue Bird, Li Yang closed her eyes and sensed the changes within the cauldron’s space; she could barely detect any flow of spiritual energy.

An added sorrow, an added responsibility. On Mengmeng’s face appeared an old-fashioned maturity that shouldn’t have been there.

Fear flashed in its eyes; the Thunder Tiger tried to flee, but now it found the space around it completely frozen—no room to dodge. This was true heavenly might, control over the power of heaven and earth—something even it could not achieve.

After eighteen hundred years of relentless development, today the Byzantine Empire stands as one of the continent’s three great powers, no longer the weak, impoverished, and severely underpopulated nation it once was.

Seeing the thing before him, Lin Tao was wildly excited. Having just advanced, he intended to test his new strength against this very opponent.

“If I’m not mistaken, something terrible must be sealed beneath this stone tablet,” Zhang Huaming said, frowning slightly and nodding, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Over these two years, Vik, on his journey to Aiyibage, had enthusiastically preached the doctrine at every stop; he felt deeply fulfilled, as if his soul had been purified, every deepest layer of inner filth washed clean.

Time fades, youth is brief—if you never try new things but remain stuck in past glory, then what meaning does life hold?

Old memories surfaced: if that night she hadn’t escaped those two men, hadn’t met Yan Jue, how different might her life have been?

Lower- and mid-ranking officers of the Demon Army were heavily targeted and assassinated by the Human Alliance, causing all demon officers to live in fear, constantly fearing they might be next.

Upon hearing this, the scolded child immediately stopped crying—his own father might not have had such an effect; clearly, He Yiming’s authority among children was immense.