Chapter 140: Twisted Origins and Polluted Relics

The Sword Attendant, having been used last time, requires a long time to recover its depleted energy and cannot be activated for now.

In the South Seas, there is a race formed when ancient Huaxia coastal residents crossed the sea and settled on numerous islands of the South Seas; although the turbulent waves made passage difficult, after the immortals and buddhas departed from this world, ordinary people lost contact with Huaxia almost entirely.

Gula's Light deprives the target of all six senses—unable to see, hear, smell, or feel—completely sealing them within their own consciousness; with Jiang Wangyue's meager scientific knowledge, he could not possibly comprehend the mechanism behind Gula's Light.

As the two spoke, Princess Wang Xu Mengyu stepped out to pay her respects to Yun Teng; Yun Teng naturally did not let her perform the full kowtow. Xu Mengyu spoke a few words with a smile and then took her leave.

After all, some had still made money, and during Chen Jian's absence, people had been pondering the difference between orchids and maritime trade—a vague distinction had begun to take shape, and some had even tried to explain the underlying reasons behind it all.

"Want to know where the Soul Holy Fruit went?" Lin Tian chuckled, as if he held not the slightest regard for the King of Hell.

"I held back at the end—he's probably just unconscious, no serious injury," Sun Wukong said, shaking his head as he approached Li Jie, who lay sprawled unconscious on the ground.

Ze watched the sailboat and Chen Jian's soldiers, realizing that Xiacheng was likely vastly different from past towns; though he didn't believe a thousand could defeat ten thousand, he was still uneasy—after all, if there were dozens of such ships, how could his island's few people possibly resist?

When he hung up the phone and returned to the operating room door, he found the light inside had been turned off.

"Your concubine understands—my husband has always valued those who serve the state faithfully; I am fully at ease on this matter," Bao Qin added.

This sudden temperature drop of fifty degrees over several days caused a cliff-like decline in the number of survivors.

Lin Yu flipped through a few more pages; they appeared to be the author's own remarks, mostly about swallowing heaven and such.

"What? You mean the Dusk Beast is still inside the Dusk Forest?" Aporphes sprang up in shock and anger. This was rare—very few things could unsettle him, for nothing could threaten him anymore.

Not only Cai Gaoyi and the others froze, but even the arriving police officers were stunned, all exchanging glances.

No one wants their subordinates to know too much; all those in power prefer their subordinates to know as little as possible, for that minimizes any threat to themselves.

High in the sky, three streaks of light flew rapidly—the foremost was black, followed by green and then yellow.

They devoured their simple yet delicious dinner with wolfish hunger, then sat contentedly, bellies round and full. Indeed, after labor, food tasted especially good—no lie.

Fascinated by my own hand?! Jian Ya was speechless. What strange thoughts did she have in her head all day? She lowered her gaze and collided with eyes as brilliant as obsidian—unprepared. Her face inexplicably flushed, and the electric sensation in her hand suddenly made her flustered.

But under Meng Xingda's frantic supply of true energy, the defensive power of the protective treasure barely kept pace with the consumption of Crimson Flame—the two were evenly matched.

"Which way did it run?" Yang Chong asked casually, scanning the ground; several deep pits dotted the earth, as if energy had been channeled downward and shattered the markers—likely made by that beast.

"I never expected the storage rings of the Rainfall Trio contained so much. No wonder they were a scourge of Fengyun City—killing them was no loss," Zhou Lei exclaimed after examining the contents of the storage ring.

"Heaven truly has no mercy—Zhou Lei actually achieved sudden enlightenment," Zhuang Li'er said with envy.

But honestly, the feeling of being held tightly in the palm of the Invincible System made Cheng Feng extremely displeased—yet he had no way to oppose it yet.

If it had been one of his own, he wouldn't have reacted this way—the one who vanished was a Tian Nan cultivator; the opponent had used a Earth-Travel Talisman.

Huo Qingmiao, standing beside the group, dared not translate that remark to Miao Nan Shiding and simply ignored it.

"Damn, too monstrous!" he cursed inwardly, but his reaction was swift—when still thirty to forty zhang from the giant maw, he immediately activated the Substitute Sacrifice Puppet and casually hurled out three imitation Destroy-Immortal Pearls.

This wasn't An Yingyue's delusion—anyone would think the same; throughout everyone's upbringing, the education and worldview they absorbed was precisely this.

Sweet potatoes were extremely cheap—ordinary people could buy enough to last over half a year with the same amount they previously spent on grain in a month.

The Yellow Prefect immediately ordered Zhou Tong seized, then summoned Hu Shi and Zhao Ping to confront him; indeed, after only a short time, Zhou Tong collapsed and confessed, and officers were dispatched to escort him to the site of the murder and body disposal.

Qin Chuan didn't want to waste this opportunity, so he reactivated the Heaven-Restricting Demon-Sealing Array and triggered the pre-prepared Level Spirit-Gathering Array, continuing to swallow spiritual energy like a whale.

But two men this handsome might be quite intoxicating too—the Crown Prince, as heir to the throne, has such tastes; why couldn't he try male beauty as well?

Gu Chengxi chased after him but didn't go far before spotting Ning Fuxian in a pavilion, speaking calmly with Murong Heng and others, showing no sign of anything amiss.

"I've won. I recall my master assigned me other matters—I must take my leave!" Xiao Mo said hastily, then stepped forward.

Seeing the stars, Nan Xi couldn't help but recall many years ago… that "many years ago" was truly, truly long ago.

Yue Xinluo's smile gradually faded; her face, once lightly smiling, sank, and her beautiful peach-blossom eyes lost their deep, dark luster.

Thinking this, Jian Mo pressed down on the trembling in his chest, gave him a slight nod, picked up the water cup, and turned to leave.