Chapter 31: Every Single One
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When a cultivator enters the Purple Mansion, although their divine soul has formed a Nascent Soul capable of existing independently of the physical body, its essence remains fragile. At this stage, it is just like a mortal, unable to withstand severe harm and requiring careful nurturing to grow stronger through continuous cultivation.
The so-called Deity Transformation is a fundamental manifestation of the Nascent Soul's elevation. Much like a mortal ascending from a spiritual disciple to transcend mortality, thereby shedding the mortal body and forming a spiritual vessel, this is known as transcending mortality.
Deity Transformation is much the same—it is a qualitative sublimation of the Nascent Soul. A single stage encompasses the sum of changes equivalent to many previous tiers, riddled with countless minor hurdles that are even more complex and difficult to break through. It requires cultivators to tread as if walking on thin ice, advancing with the utmost caution.
Yet Tang Jie was so bold as to place the Yuan...
"How can it be that easy?" Xiao Yue shook his head, then grabbed the master of the Black-Clad Sect by the palm with his left hand and flicked him gently. The sect master was hurled straight down from the sky onto the ground, smashing a huge crater.
Nearly a million demonic beasts occupied a vast expanse of space in front of Niukou Cave. If they were to be released inside the cave, it truly would not be able to hold them.
"Good! Now you..." Murong Kuang had not even finished speaking when suddenly, the entire imperial capital trembled. From a certain region within the capital, an aura of terrifying dread erupted.
A moment later, two streams of light gradually fused, turning into a pleasing blend of blue and green.
However, the patient bound by the restraints was still struggling. Though no longer crying out, he pounded the bedboards with a dull thud, causing an irritable and restless feeling in the heart.
"This... I'm not too sure either. If you want to know the reason, won't you find out once you meet her?" Hu Guomin shook his head, appearing just as clueless.
Even with Hu Guomin being the premier leader, the mere thought of this made him break out in a cold sweat. Just how immense must that capability be? He had seen the military might of those aliens with his own eyes.
The combined sword intent increased in power by more than ten-fold, instantly suppressing the sword intent of the three precious swords atop the stone pier and forcing them back step by step.
In the past, Long Shengnan was annoying, but at least he acted like a comical jester. Now, however, those eyes were filled with venomous malice, as if the entire world were his enemy. And understandably so—after enduring inhuman torture, who in the world did not know the infamous name of this emasculated young master?
By the bank of the North Canal, a slightly slender youth faced the setting sun, practicing an unknown set of fist techniques, his punches whistling powerfully through the air.
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The north wind whipped up snowflakes, slashing against the face like knives. Barren trees swayed violently in the howling blizzard; mountains and rivers were frozen hard. In the dead of winter, the land was iced over for a thousand miles, and the entire northwestern region was frozen solid.
With his work going rather well and drawing a decent salary and bonuses, he had turned the page on his time at the Number Three Chemical Plant. Knowing his own capabilities, he settled down contentedly into his core duties.
"Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress, Lady Li has entered the palace to seek an audience!" She? What is she coming for? Sifeng, still drowsy and groggy, wobbled as she sat up. Figuring she was in no shape to answer or receive guests right now, she deliberately feigned ignorance and remained completely silent.
"We appreciate Officer Qi's good intentions, but while we are not temporarily lacking in food and drink here, our aspirations truly do not lie in this place. Even in this apocalyptic era, the few of us are willing to gamble on a chance of hope!" Luo Zhigang said with a resolute gaze.
"It seems Brother Zihuang still holds deep resentment toward me. Then I shall take my leave, lest I become an eyesore to Brother Zihuang." Chaotian Spear smiled, turned, and walked away.
"Brother Sun, my Old Zhu just listens to you. You told him to come back obediently last time, and look at how he angers me now, telling me straight to my face in Shenyang that he has a mistress—isn't that just not wanting to live with me anymore? Brother Sun, Old Zhu makes my heart beat so wildly with anger that I don't even want to live," Gao Xiumin said tearfully.
The weather tonight was exceptionally fine; the stars filling the sky were extraordinarily bright and dazzling, especially the Emperor Star of Ziwei, which outshone even the light emitted by the moon.
Seeing this, Lin Jie did not refuse. Skillfully stirring a pot of fish soup, he quietly integrated the iron-胆 scallop into the broth, casually adding a dash of spices provided by the system.
"Collins, do you have any objections to the council's decision?" Ignaz stared at Derek with a chilling gaze.
At this moment, Lin Jie was speeding through the streets with Li Rourou. Traffic was not particularly congested, as it was not rush hour, and the black BMW wove freely through it like a shadow of wind, darting toward Champs-Élysées like lightning.
"It seems this time, we truly cannot escape. Before we die, shall I tell you a secret?" said Mu Qingfeng.
At this moment, the few drops of tears within his body transformed into a stream of pure energy, circulating along a specific pathway and merging with the energy transformed from the purple fire inside him, ultimately fusing into a unique kind of energy.
"I thought you were attracted by the aroma of my roast meat," Ye Wen smiled and said softly.
She had been feeling awkward for the past two days, sensing that Prince Qing clearly did not want to see her shine too brightly and overshadow her brother's radiance. Only now did she realize that Prince Qing's vision was far-reaching indeed.
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Whenever Xu Dandan was by Wu Mengrun's side, she always maintained the aura of an older sister, instantly evoking a deep sense of favorable impression.
Just a moment ago, he had defeated Huangshi in a single battle, striking awe into the Sun-Moon Academy. Although this was partly because his cultivation had reached the late fourth stage, it also demonstrated that this person was exceedingly formidable.
"Father, Uncle, we must go no matter what. This is not a passing fancy of mine; even if we cannot make it, we must go." Li Xian deliberately emphasized his tone.
"Enough, you talk too much nonsense. Isn't it just that you both want this qipao? That's simple enough—highest bidder wins. This dress is only fifty thousand; I'll bid one hundred thousand. Any problems? If not, let's settle the bill." Ye Chuchu made the final decision.
Su Ying smiled with curved lips, helping Madam Jiao to sit on a nearby chair while she herself looked down condescendingly at Liu Qingqing.
Behind them, the Magical Phantom Spider flicked its gleaming, pitch-black sickle of death, its eyes revealing a hostile glare as if silently warning: "Try taking one step back and see what happens."
Note 2: Great Disrespect: The sixth of the Ten Abominations in the Qing Dynasty legal code, namely one of the unforgivable sins in common parlance.
With a celestial maiden making a move, the people of the upper alliance probably wouldn't have much resistance capability. But is a celestial maiden really so easily persuaded to act? Under such circumstances, even the true-immortal elders of various sects wouldn't lend a hand within their own sects unless the sect was on the brink of destruction; otherwise, you couldn't hire them even if you begged.
I shifted to the side, only to bump into an obstacle. I felt around with my hand for a long time without figuring out what it was. I called out to Hu Zeting, who turned back and told me I was touching the altar of Hu Bodhisattva.
To Hu Damang's disappointment, right up until they entered arrow range, the enemy showed no intention of turning and fleeing. Instead, they all drew their sabers, pointing them murderously in his direction, and spurred their mounts to top speed.
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