Chapter 53

Since I was formerly a... well, considered a premium author, my performance during serialization might not have fully satisfied God Ziliang.

Even without turning back, Xu Tian could feel an overwhelmingly terrifying aura surging from behind him like roaring, turbulent waves.

What a pity. There are simply too many helpless things in the mortal world. Regret alone cannot undo everything. Some choices, once made, cannot be reversed no matter how much one might regret them later.

Ten-million-ton crushing pressure condensed into a tangible dark shadow, instantly causing layers of bloody mist to burst from Cheng Juenie's body, while his bones emitted groans of unbearable strain.

The Nightmare's voice was harsh and grating, especially its howling, which sounded incomprehensible yet exceptionally chilling.

They visited the aquarium, the shopping mall, a handicraft workshop, and a movie theater, and even had dinner at a couples' hotel before heading home after dark. Not a single minute was wasted; it was a remarkably fulfilling day.

Immediately afterward, a gentle yet potent breeze descended from high above, directly blocking Si Yunhe's path, and at that moment, the solemn spiritual pressure could no longer advance even an inch.

Leaning against an ox-shaped blue stone, Qi Xiu slowly raised his palm, taking out a spinning, perfectly round natal blood essence stained with crimson, resembling a heavy golden elixir.

Nodding slowly, the Taoist of the Sun felt a slight relief, though the sword spirit transformed by the Primordial Sword Gourd might not necessarily be able to slay this red-haired man.

She always caused him trouble; although he always scolded her with a stern face, he invariably stood before her to resolve every issue one by one without uttering a single word of complaint. Her master treated her extremely well—even though deep down she felt her master favored Qingran more, the goodness of her master remained indelible.

Gosh! Bruce Lee did say waist and horse must unite as one, but throwing things as far as possible didn't seem to be something he said! And he certainly never played bottle-tossing games! Adding unscripted actions for oneself does not make a good actor.

"You are a child with great potential. As long as you earnestly love singing and dancing, the teacher will help you." While she was still dazed, the teacher added.

Meanwhile, Cen Mingyu and Cen Mingzhou wore gloomy expressions as well. Although they knew the Heavenly Sword Sect would inevitably harbor suspicions regarding their capture, being viewed in such a light by their former sect members still made them feel deeply saddened.

"Is that Li Yuanchen's Great Desert... I've heard that's a wonderful place!" Many people had snatched their lives back from the jaws of death with lingering fear in their hearts, yet some had indeed heard various legends and deeds concerning Li Yuanchen.

"Really? Is the baby healthy?" Irina asked excitedly and happily. She was pregnant, carrying Qianxun's baby—how wonderful.

A Lang was startled, his expression changing drastically. As his mind teetered on the verge of losing control, he desperately reined in his chaotic thoughts and mused silently: Who is he? Why does he know my identity?

Munsheng's earlier evasive response—stating that the human race possessed beast-taming arts—might point to an even more severe issue within the Commercial Alliance's reforms. The Immortal Realm's law enforcement agency was either bending the law for personal gain or controlled by others.

Breaking finesse with sheer force was certainly no empty phrase. The hundreds of kilograms of weight rendered the giant sword's edge useless; those enemies simply perished beneath the overwhelming brute force, as if struck head-on by a high-speed train.

"Uh... the company doesn't have a systematic training program yet, but I have received formal dance and vocal training," Bai Jiangcha replied.

Or perhaps, due to a shift in someone's state of mind, it seemed as though they hadn't walked for long before reaching a spacious courtyard.

Qin Xiao had not thought things through so complexly; he simply knew he would arrive soon and hoped Yue could guide him, leaving all decisions until after he met this Wang Han.

"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I'm leaving this place soon. If you still insist on following me, then go ahead," Xinyi said with a helpless wave of her hand, unsurprised by the man's impervious attitude.

Just when Lü Qingtian believed he was beyond saving, the sound of a car horn echoed, and Qin Xiao realized Liu Zhenxiong had arrived, bringing along an ally—Qin Xiao's old rival, Ouyang Rui.

Among her colleagues, a rumor and speculation had quietly spread: she had lost her memory! Something unfortunate must have happened three months ago.

Unsurprisingly, when Aotian defeated the Mo Society's leader and leaped from sixth to fourth place on the inner courtyard rankings, the entire academy was sent into a frenzy.

This remark made He Liang heave a sigh of relief, yet the sentence that immediately followed left him in a daze.

After pausing for two or three minutes, he continued his ascent, paying as much attention to the thorns ahead as he did to the readings of the spirit detector. Progress was truly arduous, making him pity his expensive clothes, which cost thousands or tens of thousands; it seemed they were destined to be ruined today.

Seeing their crisis averted, the tightly strung chords in people's hearts relaxed, and everyone collapsed onto the ground like dismantled frames to rest.

"I am so sorry, he is not awake yet. Would you mind waiting a bit?" Luo Wannian said to Junbei Junyi with a trace of apology.

Finally calming her emotions, Natalie patted her cheeks, the terror in her eyes diminishing slightly to give way to a flicker of clarity. "Rhode, what do you want to ask? Go ahead."

Floating silently at the bottom of the lake for a long time, the stillness—as if the surrounding world were entirely dead—brought Rhode no inspiration. His mind remained filled with fragmented pieces of intelligence that refused to integrate, and after who knows how long, Rhode could only let out a helpless sigh and give up.

Zhao Boyang held his teacup and spoke calmly, his gentle words sounding like a thunderclap that stunned everyone in the room. Qi Xiangyan knitted his brows, pondered for a moment, and also spoke calmly.

"Mr. Zhang, this is the appraisal given by the expert panel. Why do we say this collectible is fake? We might as well listen to the panel's critique," Wang Gang said mildly once more.

Unaware of the Death Emperor's current state of mind, Zhang Hao channeled a mass of distorted water from the scepter in his hand. The water rapidly condensed into black ice in midair, directly striking the barrier ahead.

Xue's cultivation realm was relatively high, so she was among the first batch of participating disciples. Without needing to ask, Li Mu already knew the outcome: Xue's opponent was Lu Qing, and after exchanging ten moves, Xue was defeated.

"So it really exists. It seems my conjecture was wrong," Li Mu said with a tightened frown. Originally, he had assumed the so-called 'ten divine mountains' were merely a facade, never expecting them to be real after all.

Discussing the conflict between Zhang Zhenwu and Li Yuanhong required looking back to the Wuchang Uprising.

"Xianxi, did you memorize the formula just now?" Zhao Cheng asked while stirring the crucible.