Chapter 67

Only at this moment did A-Shui truly comprehend the meaning behind Lu Tianchong's name: Tianchong, meaning he was naturally hot-tempered and impulsive.

Scratching his head, Deidara still felt somewhat uneasy, forming hand seals with one hand to guide the clay bird in a new direction.

Could it be that the Eunuch-General came all the way to the Left Prime Minister's Manor simply because he had seen Yu Weiling's body and felt he should take responsibility?

When entering the Dark Lands, their mentor had dropped subtle hints that the locations where artifacts were forged were extremely well-hidden, and spirit beasts loved nothing more than absorbing the spiritual energy radiated by these forging sites. Combined with many other serendipitous opportunities, it was left entirely to the students to discover them on their own.

"Of course I—" Shangguan Fei abruptly stopped, casting a disgruntled glare at Le Bing. His mesmerizing, peach-blossom eyes carried a lingering trace of tenderness—what an utterly bewitching and enchanting man.

On this particular day, however, Founder welcomed a rather special guest. The sky was just beginning to grow bright, and the other pilgrims had not yet arrived. Shortly after Founder opened the doors, a figure stepped across the threshold of One-Finger Temple and stood beneath the Bodhi tree.

"What! They've already been wiped out?" Fudong Er was initially stunned, but upon seeing the monster's carcass in the distance, he said with a deep sense of regret.

Mother Yu looked at her son in utter astonishment. Growing up, though not short, he had always been a total homebody—when had he ever cared about such trivial matters?

—Just now, that scoundrel Liu Qianqiu spurred his horse forward and crushed another man's arm. Such a ruthless act is beyond me; I am inferior to him, and so I must continue to endure.

Being the target of such resentful gazes while still maintaining the graceful posture of a "princess" was truly an arduous task.

"Your Highness..." Before he could even see clearly, his master had already tucked the embroidered pouch he picked up from the ground into his sleeve like some cherished treasure.

During her stay at the Tyrannosaurus's place, Shen Muliang was managed by everyone who forbade her from going out, leaving her thoroughly stifled. Upon hearing that she could finally go out to play, she briskly changed into a dress and departed from the Tyrannosaurus's residence in the company of Ouyang Jue.

Naturally, a wave of speculation ensued in the aftermath, while the kneeling head of the Bi family wore a faint, cold sneer in a deserted corner.

Though he kept telling Ah-Heng that she must believe they would find Sanbao, and that Sanbao would surely be fine...

According to the intelligence gathered by these individuals, this place was indeed none other than the Dragon Palace. The catch, however, was that while they could enter, they were not permitted to choose to stay. The palace made its own selections, seemingly requiring certain specific conditions to be met.

In the outer chamber, a solitary lamp cast a dim, flickering glow, and through the gauze bed curtains, the entangled figures on the couch were vaguely visible.

Although Song Xinghe's death was not directly caused by Tao Ran, the Great General of Southern Qin had indeed acted as a catalyst behind the scenes. Therefore, it was entirely understandable that she held lingering reservations. Furthermore, Yang Xuan Feng had originally been Song Xinghe's betrothed, yet he was now betrothed to Tao Ran. No matter how she looked at it after all their shared history, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Return with Master, and Master will tell you all about Uncle Liu. You have already been trapped in this nightmare for seven days and seven nights."

As long as corporate tumors like Vice President Du continued to exist within this group, a vast number of talented individuals would undoubtedly remain suppressed and overlooked.

Rhode continued his steady, unyielding advance forward without dodging. Yet, just as this heaven-shrouding torrent of light was about to strike him, his steps came to a slight halt.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken. Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji snapped the necks of the two secret agents, used the momentum of his punch to blow open the head of the driver who turned to look, pulled the driver into the front passenger seat, and slid into the driver's seat himself, taking control of the somewhat careening van.

"Damn it!" the mad scientist cursed angrily. However, with his mana at zero and his movement restricted by crowd control, he could only stand there helplessly as the Silver Moon Wolf and the Treant Chieftain battered him, feeling utterly aggrieved and humiliated.

Some of the structures clearly bore the scars of ancient fires; even after nearly ten thousand years, the scorch marks remained distinctly etched upon the masonry.

"This Taoist Summit is the first global-scale gathering and clash of Taoist sects since the founding of China. By then, practitioners of Taoism, both domestic and those overseas, will be in attendance. This assembly is not of a public nature," Feng Xiaoling explained.

When those four words flashed through Peng Jiamu's mind, even in his ignorance, he knew he had been deceived.

Things are a bit busy today and I'm running late. Once I get through the next couple of days, I'll strive to adjust my schedule. Apologies, apologies, and by the way, humbly asking for recommendation votes.

Wang Jiannan was watching with great enjoyment when his brick-sized mobile phone rang. A glance at the caller ID showed the call was originating from Hong Kong.

Cangyun had to leave the Nine Provinces alive, because in the Upper Realm, far too many lives were still waiting for him.

Fortunately, the young girl Youyou was not afraid of insects; otherwise, she might have inadvertently slapped her newly acquired juvenile golden-bladed mantis to death.

It didn't take long for the bionic robot he reassembled to take shape, hovering silently in mid-air.

"Giving you face and you refuse to take it." Old Demon Huang tossed this remark at the fat man and completely ignored him thereafter.

After all, among the three teachings of the Profound Gate, the Jie Teaching, which emphasized "intercepting" destiny, had long since ceased to exist. What remained—the "non-action" of the Ren Teaching and the "compliance with the Mandate of Heaven" of the Chan Teaching—had become the mainstream.

It desperately wanted to devour this rat demon, but since it was a rat demon itself, its self-restraint was formidable. Who knew if it could successfully digest it? If not, and the prey instead tunneled a chaotic network of holes through its domain, it would hardly be a pleasant experience.

By the same token, all miscellaneous and trivial chores here were handled exclusively by the disciples. Those of higher seniority could assign tasks to those of lower seniority, but not vice versa.

Once in America, amidst an expanse of void, the sudden appearance of "reality" would undoubtedly point directly to the White Ancestor.

Aside from the protagonist, game players no longer felt that the other game characters were merely a few extra hired muscle-men.

At that moment, Linger, the Third Elder, and the Ancestor of the Sky-Flying Palace flew over, landing right before the fiend.

The plump prince possessed remarkable forbearance and simply remained silent. It seemed to truly reflect the old saying: a stout body houses a broad mind.

Diablo charged forward instantly, and Imperius let out an immediate roar of rage. All his inner fear and resentment instantly morphed into towering fury, and the holy spear in his grasp suddenly erupted with boundless flames and light.

If a medium or small-sized temple were to be constructed, the Watchers' Alliance would not only waive the land rental fee but also provide building materials free of charge, effectively granting it as a gift. Of course, constructing a medium or large-sized temple required the payment of land use and construction fees.

Three seconds later, a spatial rift materialized. Shar stepped back through, and Watcher's Starry Night was simultaneously freed from the freezing effect.

At this moment, all the chips belonging to everyone were piled on the table. Gaoshan was left with only two choices: bring out more chips or declare a forfeit and abandon the bets. Yet, having exhausted all his funds, what could he possibly use to place a wager?

The early prehistoric period is divided into thirty-two tribal ruling eras, spanning periods such as the twelfth, eleventh, and ninth. This era belonged to the embryonic stage of religion; following Pangu's creation and the subsequent worship of the heavens, religion continued to evolve, though it had not yet reached the phase of animal worship. Consequently, the leaders of these tribes still possessed human forms.