Volume 1, Chapter 48: Zhang Feihu's Pursuit

Although the quantity is not large, it allows for a balance between leveling up and gathering life-skill materials. Once harvested, the raw materials respawn every 10 minutes—a rather decent frequency. After grinding through two or three rounds of monsters in the same spot, one can harvest again.

Aside from not being quite as massive as the Imperial City of Dawn, walking down its streets reveals a level of bustling prosperity that is hardly inferior. Wei Qingyun's getup attracted quite a bit of attention; it was not that there were no disciples of the Blaze Cult around, but most of them did not carry such an exaggeratedly large long saber as the one slung over Wei Qingyun's shoulder.

One must admit that Director Lin's attitude made the leaders of various nations feel somewhat better. After all, Director Lin represented the colossal entity known as the Galaxy Consortium; making such a plea was equivalent to the Galaxy Consortium making a plea to the nations.

"Nothing." Dudu shook her head, refusing to speak. In the past, she would have already thrown herself into Baili Yanqing's arms, but right now, Dudu just stared at Baili Yanqing's belly, pressing her lips together and remaining silent.

Old Yao was slightly startled. Could this guy actually have been frightened into fainting in the real world? Otherwise, why would he have been forcibly logged off for protection?

Among all the creatures in the world, only humans possess the consciousness to contemplate death, and only humans understand that every living entity is bound to head toward death. Death is unavoidable.

The Crown Prince could no longer spare any concern for Princess Longji's annoyance. What worried him was the parting glance Zhang Huban had given him before leaving—that look lingered in his mind like the gaze of a venomous snake, impossible to shake off.

Just how strong was Yutian? This was something everyone was curious about. These fiendish monsters required two kills to truly perish, right after the Sword King sent them down to the netherworld only for them to revive, as his long blade sliced through the air and blood splattered across the sky.

"Ah-zheng, I think you really need to take a look at this series of reports and content right now." Tang Zheng's expression was exceptionally serious and solemn. Carrying a stack of materials as he walked in through the door, he placed them directly in front of Tang Zheng and spoke in a deep voice.

Thus, villains remain villains after all, and kind people are inevitably hurt by them. The difference of a single word is not without reason; this kind of reason is somewhat crushing, somewhat driving one to madness, and even utterly unimaginable, because they ultimately make people recognize their sins.

In front of Lu Sixia, Yu Xinyuan could no longer maintain any formalities, grabbing the pastries with his hands and devouring them wolf-style.

Lin Hai also sensed the anomaly and immediately sprang up from the ground, leaping over two meters high, before sweeping his arm and leaving a scratch across his finger.

"Bastard!" Facing the personal attack from Wrath of Heaven, Iron Soul retorted without showing any weakness. If an orc wasn't a bastard, what was he?

In the gloom, any faint sound is magnified manifold, and the psychological impact caused by the loss of vision is also immense. The only thing Nianliumo and the others could use their eyes to see right now was that cluster of flames, though they still couldn't be entirely sure if it was truly the Nether Fire.

Perhaps due to being overly tense for too long, remaining in a state of high-strung nerves without getting proper rest or relaxation, Xue Yun fell into such a deep sleep that he slumbered heavily and hazily for an entire day.

Niu Gensheng imagined great figures flying all over the sky, and during his daydream, he went to visit Master Ji Xianlin to ask who could be considered a grandmaster. Master Ji replied, "Qing Gong put it wonderfully: once a person dies, both their body and reputation stink to high heaven!"

I heard people talking about some sort of auspicious omen, so I rushed over to check it out. Upon arriving, I discovered that an abyss had miraculously appeared right there, and those precious lights were emerging from the depths of the abyss, though nothing could be seen clearly from above.

Cangyuan watched the black mist constantly emerging around him; each cluster looked like a struggling soul, but within a breath's time, they transformed into green-faced and fanged fiendish ghosts, lunging toward Cangyuan.

Yet one could also discover that once the grotto-heaven left behind by the supreme expert of the Absolute God Realm truly opened, not everyone who entered ended up in this plaza.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as auspicious clouds drifted by. Kong Xuan's robes fluttered in the wind. Before him lay a vast expanse of clear skies and layered distant mountains resembling emerald-green eyebrows, presenting a scene of utter tranquility and peace in all creation.

The various grand divine beings could not help but feel an itch in their hearts akin to being bitten by ants, scratching their ears and cheeks in anxiety. One after another, they knelt down, prostrating themselves and pleading for the Dao Ancestor to impart the supreme Dao.

Its behavior directly confirmed Luo Tianyang's conjecture: it shared a deep communion with Lin Fusheng, and even though it had become a blood corpse, that maternal bond still existed.

Lady Mei's face also turned pale with fright. She seemed equally helpless against the giant python, and upon suddenly seeing it appear beside her, she dodged away to the other side just as abruptly.

Wan Yanji's reaction was precisely the opposite. After night had fallen for some time, while the group of archaeological experts were still in their rooms studying documents, he stepped outside, stood quietly in the corridor for a while, strained his ears to ensure there was no movement from Luo Tianyang and the others' room, and then quietly returned to his own room.

That patch of space rippled gently, water-like waves spreading out gradually, radiating from within which were wave after wave of consciousness that seemed utterly lost.

The head of the Oda clan had flown into a furious rage over this matter for a while, dispatching quite a few people to thoroughly investigate the driver responsible for the incident.

The eleven Ancestral Witches prayed repeatedly to the Reincarnation, begging Goddess Pingxin to return to the Witch clan. However, when Pingxin transformed herself into the Reincarnation, she had already made a grand vow to sever all ties with the Witch clan. Grief engulfed the entire Witch clan, yet the Goddess was merciful, unable to bear seeing her former kin perish utterly.