Chapter 581: Dark Angel? No, He

The strange visions in his dream, Alvin had no desire to ponder—or rather, he was too lazy to delve into—the deeper meaning behind them.

Since there was no way out anyway, he might as well take it one step at a time and deal with it when the time came.

Then he looked around.

“Wait, wait… why am I here?!” Alvin, upon awakening, felt utterly alien to everything around him.

The dilapidated wooden hut, the worn and cluttered furnishings—he even

This mischievous monkey was terrifyingly powerful, utterly shattering their worldview, beyond words.

Sima Cheng’s heavy burden lifted, and his pale face broke into a faint, awkward smile.

The three looked up and saw Xue Shaobai, surrounded by a circle of industry insiders, slowly approaching this way.

After the disaster in Anyang County City, Zhao Xiaoyun’s demeanor underwent a radical transformation; he had now completely shed his half-human, half-ghost form and truly entered the Initial Stage of Divine Sea Nurturing Spirit through pure Taiyu Xuan Qi.

“Fuck your old mother’s misunderstanding!” Seeing Hou San’s outright thug-like demeanor, Tian Yu flew into a rage and grabbed a chair to strike.

“Ugh… this is such a fucking hassle! Fine, fine, I won’t bring it—now get out of my way! Get out, get out…” Tian Yu impatiently shoved past the guards at the entrance and strode into the entertainment complex.

But who cared? Others blushing and avoiding her gaze was their problem—she bore no such burden. How many people had said she built her empire by sleeping with men?

“Alright, alright… don’t rush, it’s about to open. Stop shaking the railing, for God’s sake—if it gets deformed now, it won’t open at all!” The rescuers outside the window offered reassurance while sternly warning those trapped inside to stay calm and not act recklessly.

The halo faded, Ji Yue Nian opened his eyes, and before him stood a relatively spacious stone mansion. A few zhang away, a young Daoist in silk robes lay asleep on a stone bed, eyes closed.

“You’re just pretending, Old Huang—I saw right through you during dinner. You’re the type who’s secretly wild: looks like an intellectual on the outside, but inside you’re already rotten!” Chen Tao shot back defiantly.

Three uneven low shouts echoed in the courtyard, and moments later, the figures of Lu Qingyu and his two companions appeared simultaneously in the yard.

Yue was now the ruler of the Heavenly Realm, governing the divine shrines; Zheng Yin, Yue’s kin and the true master of the shrines, naturally erupted in fury upon encountering his own servant under these circumstances—he would launch a counterattack and reclaim sovereignty through negotiation.

But thinking about it now was useless. He glanced at Xia Tian and immediately felt his decision to save the boy had been utterly wise.

The students grew more confused than ever—Mu Mu truly seemed to have revived overnight, as if ready to commit even greater evil; no one knew whether to flee or try reasoning with him.

“What exactly happened in the Douhun Arena? Perhaps we’ll only know when Helian awakens.” Lei Shuo sighed, gently lifting Helian Nuo’s body and heading toward the wooden hut.

He Zhi Zhen had started first, but now her legs still lagged far behind Yue Longtian’s—she had clearly lost the race in speed.

“No problem—I’ll let Diao Chen teach you.” He pointed to the scene over there: Diao Chen had taken several shots, each one sinking into the hole, while the onlookers beside him were nearly asleep, and the opponent stood by the table scratching his head in frustration—the one-sidedness was truly maddening.

“Lang Yan is dead. Now… can you finally let go of those senseless feelings of guilt?” Lu Yao struggled to move his lips, forcing a stiff smile toward Jin Ling.

"What's going on?" This warship was also a gathering spot for many spoiled youths from Fan Yang City; they had been mockingly watching the surrounded Emei Sect when suddenly, a chorus of terrified screams erupted from the naval troops beside them.