Chapter 231: The White-Robed Minister, the Yang-Force Fury

The third layer of the Twelve Storied Tower, the Azure Dragon Formation, corresponds to the Heart Melody’s Demon Mirror Trial.

The Heart Melody’s Demon Mirror Trial is a temptation of inner demons; only by piercing through one’s deepest obsession and most frenzied desire can one stabilize the third layer of the Twelve Storied Tower.

Murong Longcheng utterly abandoned his dream of restoring his kingdom; his heart ascended unimpeded and now rests firmly at this level.

He smiled faintly, his lips stiff yet radiating profound relief.

“Look, this old man is so strange.”

On a three-decked vessel on the Yellow River, a melodious qin melody rang out, intoxicating the listeners; a graceful young man sat at the bow, utterly absorbed as he played his innermost feelings.

Du Gu Qialuo, upon hearing this news, was deeply puzzled: had she not forced An Ruoxi to take her own life in Zhengyang Palace that day, and had An Ruoxi stubbornly refused? How, then, could she have hanged herself in Jin Yang Palace—where Yang Guang resided—less than two months later?

Upon hearing these words, her expression froze, her face turned icy, and the hand gripping Qiushui slowly lifted.

His gaze returned to the city gate; whether he would ever return here after this departure remained uncertain.

Cui Chengguo and Jennifer continued forward, walking several hundred more meters, until a slanted wall blocked their path—a decaying, leaning structure resembling a gate on the verge of collapse.

On the Aolong, in a great hall… countless Beast Gods gathered; when the news from She Shi reached them, they erupted into wild cheers.

“I’ve already chosen the place. We’ll depart in one month. Before then, I’ll have my subordinates build a mountain villa. We’re going to cultivate, but we don’t have to suffer endlessly,” Li Shuyu said.

“What I mean is, don’t count on them—they’re like clay Buddhas crossing a river, barely saving themselves,” Chen Mingzhe had not wished to speak his true thoughts, but to dispel Brook and the others’ unrealistic hopes, he finally spoke out.

Such a disciple is precisely the kind every major sect would scramble to recruit; I was simply lucky to encounter one. Even if he had not wished to take me as his master, Li Shuyu would have found a way to enroll him.

The bombardment continued; the outer edges of Qiuka Island had begun to crack, and its sinking was imminent.

Fortunately, many had burst from the building; seeing the scene, some voluntarily shielded others, and when they saw those people successfully leap onto the corridor, they finally exhaled in relief.

Qin Yi hastily retreated, blocking the torrent of swordlight with his dagger. The clash of blade and dagger rang crisp and clear, sparks flying like scattered red ash. Yet he could not block all the swordlight; several snowflakes landed on his body, spraying forth droplets of blood.

But the cold air pierced like steel needles through my thin clothing, stabbing into my skin—no evasion possible, only gritted teeth and endurance.

A convoy of troop carriers and tanks crossed the ancient border from the icy northern land of Baisha Nation into the territory of Shang Nation.

Er Jian thought of the harsh punishment and shuddered, falling silent like a wilted eggplant under frost.

“Save it for the police station!” The officer subtly shoved Lin Yiman forward, nearly sending her sprawling face-first.

Watching the two figures retreat, Li Yimo felt intense resentment; after a moment’s thought, he suddenly followed after them.

Lin Yue Mei burst into tears, reaching out to grab Lin Yiman, yet fearing she might be injured, her hands froze midair, her tears flowing even harder.

If that fork struck true, even if he wore ten layers of alien armor, he would be dead.

Of course, most of the time it was Li Yimo chasing Xiao Yu. Over time, even with his profound cultivation, Li Yimo began to show cracks.