Chapter 146: The Inspiration Brought by Lin Ran

The Empire has never lacked talent.

America is no different, nor is Russia.

America had its shining stars among scientists; Russia had its own.

If anyone was most attuned to Lin Ran’s technological singularity and realized the moment he sought had arrived, it was undoubtedly Viktor Glushkov.

As an expert in automatic control theory and a member of the Academy of Sciences of the Two Mao States, head of the Academy’s Institute of Control Theory.

It’s a bit hot, but for a Level Four beast like Red Mouse Tangtang, it’s no issue—even boiling water wouldn’t harm her a bit. Beasts are simply that powerful; likewise, cultivators are much the same—once they’ve condensed their primal core at Level Three, they are no longer ordinary.

“Someone’s selling it. Our people have made contact. The guy’s asking a fortune—ten thousand gold coins, and he won’t budge,” Guo Huai muttered.

“What exactly triggered the Five Realms War?” Zhang Xiaohan asked, her expression calm though her heart stirred.

Watching the swirling Heaven-Twisting Silk rush toward him, Chen Jiu spun his body, transforming into a gentle breeze that vanished into the air.

Li Tiezhu stood up, wiped the wine from his hands with a handkerchief, and signaled the Silver Star assassin to wake him.

His face was flushed red, his eyebrows and beard completely gone—unclear whether from rage or internal injury he was suppressing.

No, her body yearned for the baptism of heavenly lightning; her mind longed to clash with the bolts—why hadn’t a single bolt struck her?

The three War Gods seemed pushed beyond endurance; the boy before them was clearly threatening them—if word got out, what would become of their honor? What of the War God Temple’s dignity?

Before Chen Jiu could speak, the Mountain God of Shouyang Mountain stepped forward in protest: “No, no—Your Highness doesn’t merely wield heavenly punishment; you govern the divine realms of the Central Lands. This title fails to reflect your divine achievements. No, no.”

“Enough, enough! All of you rise! Long Tian, Long Xuan, Long Zhan—you three, come with me!” Long Yang summoned all the dragons, then addressed the three golden dragons at the front.

“Mother, Third Brother is guiding me in my cultivation!” Xu Hong didn’t know how else to explain, and Xu Ming dared not tell his mother the truth, so he spun a quick lie. Li Fengjiao, hearing Xu Hong was guiding Xu Ming, asked no further.

Du Yuesheng’s shredded “flesh” struck me as odd, but I didn’t dwell on it. If Zhang Xiaolin didn’t know, so be it—once the underworld notice went out, he’d find out. And once he did, he’d return at once.

After forcibly shoving Yi Rong into the car, Xu Weize sped to an open field outside the city, laid out the wine and food he’d brought, and set them on the ground.

Nangong Fan frowned and strode toward that direction. Huang Shi grew even more anxious, forgetting she had altered her appearance, and unconsciously raised her sleeve to shield her face.

Heaven shattered, earth cracked, destruction absolute. Eight Realm-Era warriors versus six Realm-Era warriors—there was truly a difference between heaven and earth.

After walking for half a month, Ji Yuchen didn’t even know how many he’d killed. One fell with each step—he killed without pause.

Since Xiao Luo had no chakra wheels, if measured by Daoist cultivation stages, he remained before the Qi Wheel Stage.

Seeing her eat the sugar figurine, Baili Cangming’s eyes flickered with a faint smile, then he sighed. “The sugar figurine must taste good—when Mother was alive, every time she took me out, she always bought one or two.” He sighed again.

With a “boom,” Ji Yuchen smashed the unstoppable blade beam with a single punch. Then, his right hand slashed through the void.