Chapter 103

After the Great Serpent’s Will rapidly encircled the globe, it first appeared before Jia She, Shamir, and Chris.

“Lao Mo, send Zhang Xiu’s corpse report, sample photos, and video tapes to Yang Ziqing and Lei Yu,” Ye Zeming said, pulling out his phone and dialing Lei Yu first.

In truth, no one knew what they saw was merely surface appearance. In fact, Su Han had rushed into Gao Ming’s office to tell him she intended to confront the newspaper leadership and demand an immediate investigation—possibly even taking legal action—but Gao Ming firmly opposed her doing so.

Shen Qingming was impressed by this speech, genuinely amazed that such an unglamorous matter could be framed so nobly! Yet… if something felt off, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Chen Feng and his team could destroy some seats and kill all the piglets raised by the Butcher, then wait quietly for the next day to begin.

The Jade Pure Moral Armor draws energy from the user’s spiritual will; the more resolute the mind, the stronger the armor, and vice versa. When Li Wanqing wore it, the armor was pitch-black and pure—a pinnacle in one aspect. When the Jade Pure True Person himself wore it, the Moral Armor was a simple azure blue, like the sky.

“I believe we should make slight contact with these ancients,” said a senior sorcerer from the Astrology Tower.

Judging by the Giant Ape’s words, the opponent had once been weak—perhaps only Awakened Stage Ten, far weaker than the Giant Ape’s roughly Awakened Stage Twenty. But the enemy had entered the Resonance Phase! With divine power activated, even Resonance Stage One equaled roughly Awakened Stage One Hundred. How could one fight that?

Su Han glared fiercely at Ren Jian and said, “I never judge right and wrong by others’ standards. So I never expect anyone to understand my actions. Some things may even oppose my parents—but if I believe they’re worth it, I will never give up.”

Yet knowledge from the Deception School seems to carry side effects—seen in black wizards, and also in those of the Elemental Pool.

“Anyway, I hope Zhou Yu returns safely this time.” After standing dumbly for a while longer, Zhou Qingfan smiled and turned back to his fortress; Zhou Qingpu followed him.

Even during the battle, Zhou Yu saw soul beasts burst directly from behind the black hole, giving the impression that the black hole behind him was like a curtain—strange in appearance, yet seemingly having no effect whatsoever.

“It seems Lu Yun’s cultivation isn’t low, and is extremely stable. From his voice alone, one can sense the weight of his qi,” Lin Tianxuan mused inwardly, yet his steps never paused as he pushed open the door and entered the room.

Countless transmission waves spread through the air; the demon clans had already suffered hundreds of casualties, mostly low-cultivation ones—but the sheer number devastated them. Nearly all demon clans in the marshland possessed Panji Stage cultivation, far superior to the low-grade demonic beasts and semi-living entities in the beast tide.

If this continues, the dawn of Taichuan Sect will never rise. Mi Dou’s cold gaze remained as still as water, neither hurried nor anxious, silently waiting.

Now, outside Zhou Yin, Lin Tianxuan had no strong backing within the Yuhua Sect, putting him at a disadvantage.

If this item were to leak out, it would trigger a catastrophe. The Weeping Demon Scale is a destruction-level being.

“I feel he has absolute confidence in his own abilities,” said Sen Qi, firmly beside Sen Xueyi.

“Regardless, if Lord Yan fails to give an explanation today, how shall we report back to the sect?” demanded one of the Yin-Yang Sect men, pressing hard.

Li Yunchen’s eyes shimmered with unusual light. If his intuition was correct, this miasma originated from the Realm of Annihilation—thus explaining why the Purple Gold Gourd resonated, given its infusion with primordial qi from the Realm of Annihilation.

Suddenly, Hei Ling chuckled lowly; the thick mist behind him rose again, engulfing the entire space in a torrent of deathly aura, while the space itself began slowly twisting, gradually forming a colossal ghostly face.

Ouyang Pengcheng and the others merely assumed defensive stances at the entrance, silently watching. They were neither kin nor allies; there was no reason to risk their lives for them, especially since their recent actions had been dishonorable. Though the Treasure Hunt game had no such rule, everyone felt a lingering unease.

“Wait! Monster! Stop!” The bearded man’s face was filled with terror. Though Mo Yu and the others had been drained of their demonic energy, they still foolishly reached behind them and pulled out the Forbidden Scroll of the Demon God Whale.

“Don’t be like that—I don’t understand books. Pick one for me first, then get back to work, okay?” Tai Bai quickly corrected himself.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Mi Bai said, not even glancing at Tengtang Chaxiang, as he drank the fragrant flower tea beneath the covers.

Anciently called the Jiuli Pot, it is one of the legendary artifacts of antiquity, possessing unimaginable power—said to create all things, yet also capable of devastating destruction. Within lies a strange space, vast enough to contain heaven and earth within the pot.

Shen Yaoxi, by the firelight, saw it was a baby covered in blood, its large, lifeless eyes fixed unblinkingly on them.

Zhang Lan rolled her eyes at him but stared at his hands. Qing Ming clasped his palms together, shook them, and scattered the paper eggs onto the table. Zhang Lan watched him nervously. Qing Ming gently picked up one paper egg, opened it, and saw written inside: “Fudan University.” Zhang Lan said nothing.

Lü Zhu, listening outside, was startled—but seeing the Emperor showed no anger, she relaxed and went out to find something.

I stepped forward one step at a time, the trembling chains making each footfall feel as if I were stepping on air. Looking down, below was a blinding white void, no ground in sight—only deepening unease.

At that moment, looking at the elegant, distinguished elf students seated all around, she felt a profound sense of unreality.

All peak masters, elders, and disciples halted, then bowed deeply toward Ye Qingyun.

Their work was grueling; overtime for a single line of code or program was routine.

The fact that Xue Hai and the others said this proves their previous relationship was exceptionally close—closer than siblings.

In truth, she was merely seeking emotional revenge, using different men to trample on my dignity as a man, as her husband.

If it fails, the host gains only two useless insights into the Laws, plus that indecisive fool Hong Yun.