Chapter 56

"It is better to patiently wait for the return of the Black Wind Sect's Master..." Du Chen sighed softly, turned back to the couch, and resumed his circulation of inner energy.

"The Eight-Desolations Ancient Mirror? Just a broken celestial artifact... What truly interests me is the Cosmic Scripture of the Cosmic Sect! That supreme ancient scripture cultivated by Master Qianyuan." A trace of crimson bloodlust flashed across Wang Qianqiu's eyes.

All of this was a conspiracy, a naked conspiracy, yet no one could see through it. Even if someone had suspicions, they could produce no evidence to prove that it was a plot. Because of this, Mark did not pursue the matter further; his relationship with the tomb-raider had not reached such a deep level.

"Alright, stop complaining. Once we reach other lands in the future, this young master will make sure you have your fill of fun. Hehe, time to head back. Leave the rest to Green Thorn, let's go back for a drink." With that, Chen Boyi and Jueying vanished into the high sky, leaving behind a streak of black afterimages.

"Yuqing, fortunately, I still have you." Wu Qizun had originally intended to ask Zheng Yuqing why she was so heartbroken, and whether it was the power of paternal love, but when the words reached his lips, they transformed into this simple sentence.

While the ministers in the front hall were discussing affairs of state with the Emperor, Wei Chi had no desire to meddle. Instead, he consciously assumed the role of a babysitter, leading a group of children outside to sit casually on the steps and tell them stories—specifically, the universally known Earth tale of "Sima Guang Smashes the Vat."

"Wu Qizun, you'd better give it your all! If you don't beat Wang Yughao until he's brain-dead, don't you dare come back to see me!" Zheng Yuqing naturally understood Wang Yughao's look, but she had no intention of bailing him out. No, it wasn't just that she wouldn't help him; she was entirely siding with Wu Qizun to crush him instead.

These simple, unadorned words warmed An He's heart, making her feel instantly that all this suffering had been worthwhile.

She knew that Wu Qizun's heart still carried lingering sorrow, and all she could do was slowly dissolve that grief from the depths of his soul. Aside from this, she guessed she truly was incapable of doing anything else.

Ding Yan remained silent. After inheriting the memories of the original owner of this physical body, he could no longer articulate his exact feelings toward Ding Ling.

"Damn it! Mo Xuan, you bastard!" Su Qingge's cold pupils narrowed dangerously, yet she did not dare to take a single step forward.

"I'm sorry," Lu Ling said earnestly. After much thought, he felt these few words were crucial and had to be spoken to An Ruo.

Xiao Yuyin was momentarily stunned but remained silent, turning her gaze back to the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager was a seasoned veteran who could see right through everything, yet chose to say nothing.

The materials used for this set of legendary equipment were extremely precious, and its attributes practically encompassed the fundamental laws of the universe.

Before Ye Wei could even react, she felt something akin to the passage of time brushing across her face, accompanied by a pair of hands covered in calluses.

The afterimage transformed into rings of dark light waves, instantly reducing the thunder plunging from the heavens and the raging floods surging from all directions into absolute nothingness.

Over the next few days, the common folk of Chang'an City vividly sensed that something momentous was about to happen.

"You are merely a deity under the command of the Five Ancient Gods; how dare you speak to me in such a manner? The True Realm was a defeated opponent back then. Had your True Gods not sealed the Realm away with their very divine bodies, you would have long since become slaves," the Underworld Sovereign said coldly, his gaze skewed with casual indifference.

That sensation was as though they had completely vanished from the face of the earth. New-generation descendents like Li Yunmu and Zheng Quan could not find the slightest trace of their existence, let alone contact them.

When the hulusi, a traditional wind instrument of Yunnan's ethnic minorities, was slowly played by the orchestra members, listeners could almost visualize an endless expanse of shifting desert sands, across which a camel caravan slowly trekked.

Indeed, a portion of the people broke down in tears on the spot, stepping forward to confess and shifting all the blame squarely onto Wang Xin.

While it was true that this grotto-heaven could continuously spawn Myriad-Transformation Stones, the time required for each individual stone to form was exceedingly long. A gathering of a hundred such stones together was something he had never witnessed in all his travels.

"You struck her, and she harbored no resentment toward you—yet you still act as if you're in the right?" In his memory, Mo Xiutian was absolutely not such a person, and He Shenlan suddenly felt a sense of having been deceived.

She was tall, standing only half a head shorter than Remus. Looking to be around twenty-five years old, she had an oval face, red lips, and delicate eyebrows. For reasons unknown, her striking beauty lacked any sense of unapproachable aloofness, radiating instead a welcoming and easygoing aura.

The American version contained quite a few extra scenes, and they were far more explicit than anything Li Yange had ever seen before.

The current situation clearly leaned toward the latter. Xu Tianquan believed his mind was perfectly clear at the moment, and he was absolute certain he could not have been deluded by ghosts.

If Loki's true target was not Ikki Kurogane, then it was most likely Edelweiss.

"You silly girl, every day you come up with ingenious ways to amuse me. You really are a precious treasure." He truly felt he had struck gold—she was the only person in this world who treated him with genuine sincerity.

Sensing the towering, tyrannical fury erupting from Luo Hong, Huang Bing was overcome with a terror akin to facing an ancient true spirit; had his willpower not been steadfast, he might have already collapsed to his knees.

"Well? Has the meeting reached a conclusion?" The person who entered did not knock or announce themselves, striding straight in. Only two individuals possessed such a privilege: the guild master himself, and Vice-Master Liz, the man who outwardly seemed at complete odds with him.