Chapter 69: The Truth of the Past

Father Xie and Mother Xie spoke in unison: "What biological daughter? You are our only daughter."

Xie Yuzhang helped Mother Xie up from the ground, turned to Xie Jinniu, and roared: "Xie Jinniu, do you think that now that you have someone backing you up, you can do whatever you want? We traveled thousands of miles to get here, yet you didn't ask if our journey was exhausting, nor did you ask why we came. Instead, you treat us with such coldness and ruthlessness. Have all those years you spent studying books been completely wasted on a dog?"

"Qingchi, sit down and do as I say." Qingchi didn't dare to ask aloud, and followed her master's example by sitting down.

"If we're not heading the same way, let's just part ways at the school gate. There are too many people, Mengnan." I glanced at the entrance and said indifferently.

"Qixun is the hope of the Qi family. Without him, the Qi family's standing in the entire Great Jing for the next decade or so will be precarious. At this moment, with a struggle for power raging within Great Jing, Qixun is even more the cornerstone and ultimate treasure of the Northwest Garrison," Qi Tong said, leaving no doubt about the immense significance Qixun held for the entire Northwest Garrison.

However, before making this move, Yang Chao had thought things through quite thoroughly. He knew that the instant he blinked in, he might not necessarily be able to control the Anti-Mage. In itself, this was an endeavor filled with countless uncontrollable factors.

"Meow—" The furball in front of her felt Cen Jiunian stop. Turning around, it instantly saw Cen Jiunian sticking her backside out in an unseemly posture. Its limbs nearly went weak, and the complex expression of profound disappointment—feeling that iron would not turn into steel—was simply impossible to display on a cat's face. With a sudden bound, it leaped onto Cen Jiunian's arm.

Could this frog be the key to navigating the stone array? Is it a guide or a trump card? If it's a guide, it's naturally easy to understand. But if it's a trump card, what are the conditions to activate them? Is it the number of stone statues destroyed, or touching a certain spot?

Back then, Lu Chengxuan had just entered the estate along with Lady Yu. At that time, everything in the Lu family was entirely unfamiliar to her.

"Don't cry, Guanyinbi, I'm all right." Seeing his wife in tears, Li Shimian instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe her tears away. Yet when he lifted his arm, he found his whole body weak and limp, unable to rise at all. Although the poison from last night had not taken his life, it had severely battered his body.

Halfway through his journey, Yang Chao suddenly struck upon an idea and formed a new plan regarding the Death Prophet. Therefore, he deliberately crossed the river, preparing to circle around behind the Death Prophet.

Reopening nearly a hundred Dragon-Transforming Caves—even if he gathered the Great Priests from the other seventeen realms to work together—was by no means something that could be accomplished in three to five hundred years. The most aggravating part was that, as the mastermind leading the effort, he would inevitably deplete a vast amount of divine power. Just thinking about this gave him a headache.

"The Liuyuan Demonic Formation..." Shao Heng naturally knew this. Not long ago, right after he had assumed the identity of one of the Earth Demons under the name Qin Xiuzhi, someone informed him that three squads of his subordinates were to be dispatched on patrol missions, patrolling the various nodes of this formation.

Mo Liuke could clearly see that a red point of light existed within his sea of destiny, extending a red ray of light that shot directly along the meridians of his body into his core, transforming into the shape of a water droplet magnified dozens of times, enveloping Mo Li's Dantian.

Because he held the pass granted by the Endless Emperor, Mo Li was now able to enter and leave the imperial palace freely at will.

Shui Menghan had also recovered from her initial fear, though having rarely witnessed such a bloody scene, she still found it somewhat difficult to calm her mind.

Displaced and wandering in her youth, her loved ones passing away one by one, she was ultimately brought to the Witch Tribe, revered on a high pedestal to bear the inheritance of the clan.

Everyone's mood was heavy, except for Fang Ruyan, who acted as if nothing had happened. She circled around Ye Zishan, deep in thought. "To actually inflict heavy damage on a Demon King—could it be some kind of special physique?" After observing several times without results, Fang Ruyan bit her thumb and fell into deep contemplation.