Chapter 87: Dancing the Northern Abyss with the Step of Gliding Waves

Zhao Ti regarded the man; the evening sun lit his face, revealing ruddy skin, snow-white hair, three silver whiskers beneath his chin, a towering frame, and a loose robe that gave him an almost immortal aura.

The man also studied Zhao Ti, then suddenly spoke: “Is it you who bullied my daughter?”

Zhao Ti smiled faintly; beside him, Tong Guan immediately shouted: “Bold peasant! How dare you speak so disrespectfully? Kneel before His Royal Highness and beg for mercy, or we’ll bind you, drag you before the court, and flay you alive!”

He dared not harbor the slightest resentment toward Tongjia Shi; he knew she placed great hopes in him, yet he understood those hopes were unrealistic and left him exhausted. Now even that fool princess was being drawn into it—was Tongjia Shi still safe?

Beyond the mountain lay flat, open land; the imperial road teemed with divine race travelers—some in carriages or palanquins, others carrying loads or pushing wheelbarrows, no different from the world of Journey to the West.

Magic crystals are not obtained solely from beasts. The crystals within beasts are merely one type of magic crystal. There are two sources: slaying powerful beasts, or mining them from magic crystal stones.

“That surprise won’t be delivered—I’m afraid it’ll turn into a shock for them,” I said.

At that moment, her words sounded wild again, leaving Ke Xuanyu momentarily stunned on the other end of the line.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly; Li Yue opened her eyes to find herself dozens of meters from the black panther. The panther’s target had vanished; its copper-bell eyes turned toward her, emitting a furious, dangerous roar.

The gods and buddhas clinked cups and laughed merrily; even the Buddhist and Daoist factions who harbored grudges, even the rival celestial powers locked in scheming and intrigue—all pretended harmony, though each secretly wished to stab the other in the back.

Xiling Lianyun’s face showed no sign of disturbance; her slender fingers gripped the smooth tabletop tightly, trembling slightly.

Fairness and justice had always been Ling Yue’s standard, and he remembered he had once promised someone something. Now, mentioning it, he felt a flicker of displeasure toward that ungrateful corporation.

“Qianxi, I’m giving you this bracelet—wear it always. When I’m not beside you, when you’re sad or heartbroken, look at the bracelet, and you’ll feel I’m still with you.” Bei Rui gave Qianxi the bracelet, then slipped her own onto her wrist.

Suddenly, the earth jolted violently, nearly throwing him to the ground; moments later, the ground ahead collapsed, and a terrible root erupted, thrashing wildly as countless trees toppled.

Ye Feng, seeing the man’s form, was reminded of the dragon-human experiments underway in the Kunlun Celestial Cave within the laboratory.

With one sword, Ye Zun shattered Nan Gong Mietian’s water force, then strode forward toward him; his eyes brimmed with piercing, razor-sharp energy, making his gaze as terrifying as the sharpest blade.

For some reason, the aura I sensed inside one of the tents felt faintly familiar, yet I couldn’t recall where I’d encountered it before—certainly not from the mysterious figure.

Qin Tai could almost guess the other side’s tactics: once he reached Jiangnan, the princes would take turns summoning him.

Jiang Cheng felt reassured—if the government was just bluffing, then he had no reason to get involved. Better to find some other business.

A subtle aura stirred within the quiet chamber, triggering a chain reaction; gradually, flames emerged across my body—red flames, the sign of essence beginning to burn. As the essence burned, a terrifying presence slowly radiated from me.

Thus, they could not obtain intelligence from the Merchant Alliance’s space—but they had another intelligence source.