Volume One, Chapter 75: The Death of the Fool

When Da Li's mother and A De's mother brought their eldest grandchild to the health clinic, the child's body was already cold.
"The child has been gone for some time," the doctor said simply after a brief examination.
"No, no, doctor, please check again. I'm sure the child can still be saved."
Song Li and Wang Fang, as senior executives of the company, naturally traveled in first class. The others were in economy. But when Song Li handed out the tickets and it was Shi Xiang's turn, she received a first-class ticket—her seat right next to Song Li's.
If she were to marry Man Changqing like that, her life would hardly be peaceful in the days to come.
Passive skill: When wielding the Dragon Soul Spear, deals 300% true damage to all dragon-type units. Slaying a dragon-type unit absorbs its soul, enhancing the weapon's attributes, up to the legendary tier.
With Yu Ziqiu's cultivation, even when she fully suppressed her aura and power, ordinary spatial channels would collapse the moment she stepped through.
On the clearing outside the underground palace stood many corpses—casualties from the fierce battle at the palace entrance.
In the bronze mirror, Zhang Hai now resembled the young man he was before becoming a spirit cultivator and leaving Ye City for the wider world. Back then, he was still so raw, lacking the steadiness he now possessed.
Though the Dragon Soul Spear was currently only a "Purple Gold Nine-Star" weapon, its potential for growth—especially the prospect of reaching legendary status—had wholly captivated Huang Di.
"I share these things to protect myself, so that those with ill intent might think twice, just to deter them. If my safety were assured, I wouldn't bother at all. Honestly, I'm terrified. Every day, I'm on edge, afraid something might happen to me," Yan Ling said.
Even with Zhang Hai's late-stage cultivation, he found his eyelids heavy, a testament to his exhaustion.
Though it was a sect-destroying war, while a large-scale evacuation was impossible, it was still feasible to secretly move a few elite disciples to safety.
Heaven and earth decay—I will bring destruction; heaven and earth collapse—I will recreate them. This was the path Ning Dao had chosen.
The presence of three Supreme Gods instantly drew everyone's attention. Where had Ning Dao summoned these three divine warriors from? For Lone Supreme, it was a delight; no matter what, having three more divine allies could only be a blessing.
A massive black light appeared. The Emperor of the Underworld merely raised his left hand, and a surge of dark energy shot straight toward the man in purple.
"They say swordsmen are the world's greatest aspiration, but the power and prestige of those in the secular world far surpass that of any swordsman," Yi Ning snorted coldly, displeased.
Gan Xiu and Hong Meng were rivals among the inner disciples, having crossed swords several times. Yet in recent years, Hong Meng had consistently held the upper hand.
"So what you’re saying is that I’m no match for your level 142 friend, am I?" Zhan Lei glanced at Su Mu with a smile.
Lu Minghua never imagined Guo Huaiyi would suddenly seek him out. After all, they usually only met at meetings or dinners, and otherwise rarely gathered together.
Every angel knew how terrifying this skill could be, and they understood that under judgment, their bodies would be utterly immobilized. At that moment, countless angels stared wide-eyed at Su Mu, who was completely unscathed.
"Hahaha..." Horton laughed like a fool. If Zhang Lin had never seen a divine artifact, then Horton, out there in the Wildlands, was even more ignorant of such things.
"Meng Yan, is it possible that Zihui is also..." Xia Xue's expression was indescribably grim, her words trailing off.
That was the place where we first met. Afterward, we both went to the guesthouse district and found a hotel, each taking a separate room. He stayed in 101, and I in 102.