Chapter 236

Zhao Ti entered the pool and began practicing the cultivation technique; after one complete cycle, the Illusion Yin Qi barely stabilized.

He couldn’t help pondering: had this change been triggered by his sudden insight into the second finger technique? Could the internal energy cultivated from the sixth level of Illusion Yin Finger truly fully control this second finger?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ti guided his Qi, forming an unfathomably intricate finger seal with his right hand, directing his internal energy along a unique pathway.

As the energy passed through his forearm and wrist,

Within the royal city, panic and murmurs began to spread; if the ancestral power did not manifest soon, the city would very likely fall—even with the national defense array left by the Li ancestors, the Fire Rhino and Snake Ascension nations had prepared for countless years and surely possessed means to break it.

The man had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, his eyes gleaming with sharp cunning. Though his appearance was ordinary, even bordering on sleazy, his expression radiated arrogance, exuding an inexplicable sense of superiority.

The Wu Zang Hall was the most secretive place of cultivation and inheritance for the Bai family, the most coveted and revered site through countless ages.

He wanted to stay by her side and achieve equality; the only path open to him was to become the King of the Underworld.

On the bed in the inner chamber lay a white, translucent crystal, carved with intricate patterns, shimmering faintly.

These elderly warriors who had broken through were immensely powerful; not only had massive palm prints crushed down upon them, but they had also unleashed their Panmengyang tribe’s divine arts.

Long ago, he had sensed that Yuan’s tone differed from ordinary people’s, yet he could never quite articulate how.

This black stone now felt like a fragment plucked from a shattered tablet and placed within her dantian.

“I am the one who promised you time reversal,” Luo said. “The one who wields the power to turn back time is the Time God—but he is not here now. When this is over, you may go see him.”

“Yes, yes! As long as you help me neutralize the poison, I’ll do anything.” Bao Xingfeng was worth hundreds of millions, had enjoyed every luxury life offered, and had far too much left to live—he had no intention of dying young.

One hundred and fifty spirit stones—fundamentally, this exceeded their limits; these people could no longer compete for them.

A group of Communist soldiers suddenly stormed in; the enemy infantry in the trench had no time to react and were swiftly eliminated by Li’s squad with gunfire and bayonets.

“Damn it! Communications officer! Send an urgent message to the Independent Brigade—order them to halt their advance and retreat immediately!” General Zhang, pushed beyond endurance, roared.

“It’s not what you think—I never meant to torment you. I just—” Jiang Kairan winced; he couldn’t tell her these things, so he swallowed them whole.

Chu Yuling had just returned today, and already these people had come knocking—first those islanders, now this unknown organization before him.

“Speak freely,” Liang Ji smiled. “From now on, we’re fellow disciples of the same sect—no need for such formalities.”

Because his subordinates were too weak, Jiang Fan couldn’t gain proficiency; his frustration was already boiling over, and now he hesitated here—wasn’t that asking for death?

Yet within each depression and hollow, tiny specks of green appeared, breathtakingly beautiful.

“China’s Alliance Leader, you have no path left. The only path is to cooperate with us. Hand over the technology to produce the Spring of Life, and we’ll let you live comfortably.”

Though he’d had some ideas before, he still didn’t fully understand why the Demon-Man did this—he didn’t know, nor did he know what else the Demon-Man had done behind the scenes. Why hadn’t the so-called Supreme Lord ever appeared in the end?

Sometimes, effort alone cannot bridge the gap in talent; his comparison with Ge’er was a clear example.