Chapter 62 Backing Up

A wave of ominous foreboding washed over Song Qingli, making her scalp tingle and her legs slightly weak.
"Honey, she... why is she here?"
Song Qingli grabbed Gu Xuan’s arm with both hands, shrinking timidly behind him with half her body exposed.
Gu Xuan shielded Song Qingli and immediately shouted, "Security! Where is security?..."

He engaged in a fierce battle with Dubao Daoist within the void. As quasi-sages, the momentum of their combat was utterly terrifying, instantly drawing the attention of all the saints and supreme masters of mighty divine power.
At this moment, the two words "Heavenly Dao" finally emitted an ineffable aura that swept across the vast expanse. The radiance of the seven-colored flower grew increasingly serene, and amidst the nothingness, the sound of the Great Dao resounded through heaven and earth.

Within the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Wang Meng and Dark Night sat facing each other with closed eyes, a revolving wheel of light spinning above their heads. How much time had passed? Perhaps a fleeting second, perhaps an eternity.

"Slacking off on your cultivation, but coming alive the moment food is mentioned... Go practice, or there won't be any left for you," Huang Shaohua snapped his face straight and cast a glance at Ningjing.

Being fed by a man using chopsticks was definitely an unprecedented first. A strange feeling welled up in Xu Ruoting's heart. *Sigh! What a pity,* she sighed quietly to herself.

Howling endlessly and soaring straight into the sky, a majestic and righteous energy converged, transforming into a pure and flawless divine sword before Kong Qiu. This sword represented justice—the gentleman's sword—and its brilliance was vast and awe-inspiring.

"There's no time to lose, I must return immediately!" Emperor Linhe was feeling utterly broken inside and had no time to linger here. What worried him most was whether Emperor Qingxi would report his affairs to the Illusory Star Sea.

The man slumped heavily over her and stopped moving altogether. A warm liquid began to trickle down, permeated by the pungent smell of blood.

Yiyi caught her reflection in the water, cupped her cheeks, and bolted away, thinking to herself how utterly humiliating this was.

Time slowly slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, three sexagenarian cycles had passed. Over these years, the Earth Immortal Realm had been remarkably peaceful with no major events occurring, save for a heavy suppression that quietly blanketed every corner of the Three Realms. Countless primordial masters of mighty power caught the scent of the impending tribulation; while closing their mountain gates one after another, they also kept a close watch on developments.

Especially Jiang Fei—after he had just given these people such a severe warning and taught them such a harsh lesson, they had relapsed merely minutes later, reverting to their old ways of shielding their own and stubbornly resisting to the bitter end.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would truly be forced to repeat this endless cycle of life, forever trapped on Earth.

At the bottom of the deep pit were spiked traps, and the surrounding walls also appeared to have been tampered with. Yun Xiao deduced that they were likely movable, meaning the people inside could be crushed into meat patties at any moment.

Although the bride's veil had yet to be lifted, making her expression invisible, a careful and observant person could still notice that the bride was trembling all over with rage.

Li Wei thought about it and realized the acquisition price was indeed fair. Now that the market purchase price for magic crystals was basically clear, the only thing left was to see if he could find out about any areas where subterranean demons gathered in large numbers.

Thus, Luofu recounted to Bai Yunnuan how the Mongolian king had led troops to invade the Central Plains and subsequently proposed peace negotiation terms. Listening quietly, Bai Yunnuan felt the entire Hall of Diligent Governance grow unbearably oppressive.

Twelve shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just repeating what I heard. I haven't seen that fellow surnamed Zhao again either. If you want to know what's really going on, go find the one who pulled the trigger and ask him yourself." Having said that, Twelve ignored Fatty Sun, pulled the guide over, and began plotting how to spend the two hundred thousand.

With this plan in mind, Li Wei directly summoned the black-skinned parchment, opened that special passageway, and stepped right through it.

Seeing the third type of true qi growing stronger and stronger while their own original true qi grew weaker, the two felt not a shred of despondency; instead, they rejoiced even more.