Volume 1, Chapter 49: I Believe It Was Not Him

Qin Meng originally intended to take Xia's head to avenge those who died protecting Zuo Qing. However, in the end, Qin Meng's innate benevolence dissolved this thought.

The universe is divided into three realms: the Realm of Desire, the Realm of Form, and the Formless Realm. The Realm of Desire can be understood as our world, possessing both form and color, where reproduction between the sexes takes place, and the seven emotions and six desires govern the cause and effect of the mortal world. The Realm of Form is the birthplace of natural entities, such as wind, clouds, and elements, which serve as the dwelling place for naturally formed spirits. As for the Formless Realm, that is the celestial realm.

Calming his mind and pondering slowly, Wu Tian thought of "negotiation" and "headcount." Tapping his forehead, Wu Tian instantly devised a solution to the problem.

"The Great King is coming..." The members of the demon clan possessed extremely sharp eyesight. Even untransformed spirit beasts could vaguely discern the figures atop the main peak from their silhouettes.

With just a few words, Wei Jiao was persuaded to head to Xianyang—a perfect demonstration of Qin Meng's strength and charm. Yet, he remained gloomy, to the point that even Han Zheng, standing beside him, noticed his low spirits.

"Good heavens, the depths of time and space in the boundless universe actually contain a hundred thousand grotto-heaven worlds." Looking out, Wu Tian was immensely astonished.

An attack? No matter what kind of attack entered the Waters of Weakness, it would be continuously corroded, and its power drastically diminished.

Following that, Houtu ceased discussing this topic. Instead, she and the others began talking about the various cultivation challenges they each faced. Asking and answering, everyone actively addressed their respective problems. Through this give and take, a hundred years slipped by.

This transformation into the Dao was not the ordinary kind, but rather the annihilation of the divine soul leaving only the physical body, which slowly decayed in the long river of time, turning to dust and ceasing to exist entirely.

Yet he was deeply unwilling. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Second Master Sha in the distance, burning with monstrous hatred and fury.

Unable to ascertain the situation within the valley and the number of flame beasts, they all deliberately concealed their auras.

Wuhai, however, did not. Having grown up in this mountain village, which was frequently targeted by fierce beasts, Wuhai had abandoned his dream of pursuing the martial path and stayed behind to selflessly dedicate himself to the village.

"You!" The upper-realm disciple, pierced through the heart, wore an expression of utter shock and disbelief. His face grew increasingly painful and pale as paper, while blood gushed ceaselessly from his chest.

The sudden earthquake left the ant-man dizzy and disoriented. Abruptly, the ant-man felt his vision darken as a giant foot descended from the sky. Rolling frantically a few times, the ant-man narrowly dodged the werewolf's massive stomp.

The Ninth Elder immediately realized he had fallen into a trap. His expression turned furious, and his gloomy eyes flashed with a chilling, steely glint as he let out a cold snort.

Yang Xuan stood suspended in mid-air with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything around him as his entire mind immersed itself in the Dao of Yin and Yang.

The sword Qi and fist aura violently collided, akin to raging waves crashing against a reef, kicking up spray thousands of feet high.

Seeing his ruthless and merciless demeanor, everyone instinctively shrank their necks, unwilling to provoke this god of slaughter. At the same time, the news of Zhang Wei acquiring the divine fire beneath the East China Sea spread across the Eastern Continent like wildfire.

Moreover, there was no need for it. With the realm having just recently attained peace, rekindling the flames of war would truly violate heavenly principles.

A hint of bloodlust flashed across Alyssa's pitch-black pupils. Her complexion, white to the point of lacking vitality, appeared exceptionally eerie, marked by a very distinct surgical seam at the corner of her right mouth, and a black rose adorning her hair.

He felt quite dejected. Glancing at the table, the meal that had seemed so sumptuous just a moment ago suddenly failed to rouse his appetite at all.

As he spoke, Chen Qi's sword-like brows slanted upward into his temples, carrying an indescribable, resolute certainty that brooked no half-hearted questioning of his original intent from Lanyue.

Chanchun had lived in the palace ever since she was born. At this moment, much like Gu Zhiyuan, she felt both a sense of curiosity and fear toward the world outside the doors, unconsciously edging closer to Gu Zhiyuan.

This he found not the least bit surprising. Lin Tianxuan had once told him that he possessed moderate aptitude—specifically, a dual water and wood spiritual root, with the water spiritual root approaching perfection.

"Boom, boom..." Tens of thousands of talismans were triggered simultaneously. The spiritual power fluctuations unleashed by such a massive explosion were likely detectable within a radius of ten miles.

When Yun Qiu swept his gaze toward the tranquil spot ahead, he suddenly discovered that Ningjing had vanished. In the next instant, the hairs on the back of Yun Qiu's neck stood on end.

When internal conflicts within a country reach an extreme peak, the best way to prevent division is to wage war, providing the populace with an outlet to vent their frustrations.

"Chairman Wu, you certainly have your methods. All this evidence of crimes must have been accumulated over the years, right?" Chen Jiuhai asked with a radiant smile.

Sang Zhong launched several successive attacks, none of which hit his opponent, causing anger to rise in his chest. With a whistling sound, his trident-shovel struck out like lightning, aiming straight for Mu Zhennan's chest. Seeing that Sang Zhong was exceptionally ferocious and wielded vicious moves continuously—his sword flashing like lightning, both fierce and ruthless—Mu Zhennan knew he had met a formidable opponent. Gritting his steel teeth, he immediately executed the "Eight Turns of the Dragon Returning," kicking off with both feet to retreat over a Zhang.

"Brother Xiatong, you're really slow. Alright, you found the sunscreen, right? Now help us apply it." Seeing Xiatong finally arrive, Huo Qingluan said with a playful pout.

Once the very last member of the ancient god clan was slain, Yu Haoran issued a calm, indifferent order before soaring into the air and heading straight for the Hengduan Mountains.

Having completed their negotiations, the two renewed their blood oath, altering the original demand that Muxin provide five drops of tree sap daily for half a month.

Lingyin's plight was like a barbed thorn deeply embedded in Ye Chen's heart. Until he found Lingyin, Ye Chen would never attain true peace of mind.

Dinner was personally prepared by Chen Jiuhai—three dishes and one soup. His culinary skills were faultless, easily rivaling or even surpassing those of a star-rated chef.

It had to be said that Hotel Number Nine, as a renowned establishment here in Hengdian, did a commendable job with breakfast, offering a buffet-style spread. This left everyone thoroughly satisfied, especially Yeye, who discovered many items here that she didn't usually get to eat.

Bullets fired like the Grimfoot quietly coming and going, quietly taking away the lives he wished to claim.

An uncrossable chasm lay between a saint and a great saint. At most, Ye Chen could take a few blows; once the Saint Qilin King unleashed his full power, Ye Chen would be utterly routed.

Everyone had initially thought him slow-spoken, resembling a sage, but when he abruptly blurted out "dammit," they were all momentarily stunned.

A puff of black smoke rose, and Gu Luo clearly felt the yarrow stalks literally turning to ash before his eyes.