Chapter 231: The White-Robed Minister, the Yang Exuberance

The third layer of the Twelve Towers, the Azure Dragon Knot, corresponds to the Great Medicine Mirror Tribulation of the Heart.

The Great Medicine Mirror Tribulation is a temptation of heart demons; only by piercing through one's deepest obsession, most frenzied desire, can Wu Gong stabilize at the third layer of the Twelve Towers.

Murong Longcheng utterly abandoned his dream of restoring his kingdom; his heart ascended unimpeded, and now it is firmly stabilized here.

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

"Look, this old man is so strange."

On a three-decked boat on the Yellow River, a melodious qin melody rang out, intoxicating to the ear; a strikingly beautiful young man sat at the bow's deck, utterly focused as he played his inner voice.

Du Gu Qieluo, upon hearing this news, found it utterly baffling: that day in the Zhengyang Palace, she had forced An Ruoxi to take her own life, yet An Ruoxi stubbornly refused—how, less than two months later, could she now hang herself in the Jinyang Palace where Yang Guang resided?

Indeed, 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 another few hundred meters, when a slanted wall blocked their path—a wall resembling a massive, leaning gate, long-neglected and on the verge of collapse.

On the Aolong, in a grand hall… countless Beast Gods gathered; when the message 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 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 hadn't wanted to speak his true thoughts, but to dispel Brook and others' unrealistic hopes, he finally spoke out.

Such a disciple is precisely the kind every sect scrambles to recruit; I was simply lucky to encounter one. Not only would he want to take me as his master, even if I didn't wish it, Li Shuyu would find a way to enroll him as her disciple.

The bombardment continued; the outer edges of Qiuka Island had begun to crack, and its sinking was not far off.

Fortunately, many had burst from the building; seeing this, some voluntarily shielded others, and when they saw those people successfully leap onto the corridor, they finally sighed 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—but he could not block all the swordlight; several snowflakes landed on his body, spraying forth droplets of blood.

Yet the coldness pierced like steel needles through my thin clothing, stabbing into my skin, impossible to evade—only gritting my teeth could I endure it.

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 struck by frost.

"Whatever it is, discuss it at the police station!" The officer subtly shoved Lin Yiman forward, nearly causing her to face-plant.

Watching their backs, Li Yimo felt deep 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 mid-air, her tears flowing even harder.

If that fork struck true, even if he wore ten layers of alien-growth armor, he'd still be dead.

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