Chapter 453: Master, Dou Appears!

Zushan.

The first mountain of the grasslands.

A divine mountain famed throughout the world.

Countless people now watch this divine mountain.

A battle long awaited by all under heaven is about to erupt.

The Wolf Lord alone slaughtered Tianjing City, killed over ten million people, completed a blood sacrifice, and pushed this conflict to its peak.

That was over ten million people, not ten thousand, not one million.

So insane

Zhang Tianyi took the sunglasses, examined them closely—the brand was Xiangdeli; he touched the lenses and felt they were crystal. But the lenses were round, making them look absurd to wear, so he didn’t want to buy them.

Zhao Xiang’s earlier impression on him had been too deep; now that Zhao Xiang reminded him, he naturally didn’t dare doubt it.

The first reforging takes one day, the second two days, the third four days, the fourth eight days; by the eighth, it requires one hundred and twenty-eight days.

There is no air conditioning in the primal world, because the temperature here self-regulates, adapting perfectly to every season—absolutely warm in winter, cool in summer—and the air is exceptionally crisp.

Fortunately, Wang Lang’s agent Qi Anyu had already warned him to focus on filming; she would handle all script coordination.

Especially the journey to Chang’an had become an indelible memory for Su Dashan.

After all, even if Tianxing grass is precious and rare, it matters only to those who need it.

His grandfather’s favorite food is jellyfish skin, especially the most expensive, finest kind. He also enjoys eating raw crab and shrimp, but recently, due to gout, he has stopped eating seafood.

The He Yu before him still showed no expression, like a stubborn, unyielding stone.

Wu Shun knew nothing of the steward’s thoughts, but she sensed her current life was quite good.

After Shen Qianqian and Lu Jiayu walked far away, Su Mi and Miaomiao finally sighed in relief and spoke at normal volume.

Fuck, if it’s not free, why the hell did you call me here just to waste my time? Yang Yi was getting angry—was this just to give him a warning? To make him give up his delusions?

They only knew of its existence and that its members were powerful, but its exact purpose remained unknown.

“Cultivators enter the Dao through their bodies, ascend to heaven in broad daylight, achieve immortality, and save all sentient beings!” Mi Zhu spoke with righteous grandeur; Tian Xuanzi nodded vigorously beside her, clearly agreeing with Mi Zhu’s words.

Not knowing what was happening over there, he sat down with a grim face, watching Du Luo light a fire and pull out a packet of instant noodles from his bag.

Upon hearing Huo Rong’s words, Yu Qing, Jieyin, and Zhunti all stiffened, their eyes fixed tightly on Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

Ticket prices aren’t set arbitrarily—they’re based on Hanover’s standard of living, since there are simply too many damn nobles here, not to mention countless merchants, kings, princesses, princes, nobles, knights… who among them is short on silver?

He had noticed a good spot on the rooftop that morning—facing the sun, yet hidden and unlikely to be seen.

The flames were extremely faint, almost negligible. But tonight’s sky was pitch black; against the deep blue twilight, they stood out sharply.

People in the hall whispered among themselves; after Gu Mo fed Xia Nuan a piece of sliced steak, she felt an unfriendly gaze staring at the back of her head.

“Hmph! You’ve brought out the Blood Refining Pearl! Ouyang Chi, are you trying to eliminate everyone here?” Fenglei Sword Lord roared.

Even high-status university league players like Bai Yu find it nearly impossible to obtain, unless they reach the network level of Wang Zui.

One sentence struck at Liu Jian’s deepest pain; he lifted his head, his eyes dry and tearless. Prince Jing noticed—he had grown terribly thin, his sharply defined face lined with unspeakable sorrow.