Chapter 60: Unmasking the True Culprit

Haloria perceived Messiah’s knot of worry, and thus very generously granted Messiah a full fifteen-day vacation.

Everyone stared in astonishment; this was by no means the notoriously perilous Death Valley, but rather an earthly paradise.

Clearly, he was the deity who controlled time and space, yet he was being played in the palm of a mortal from Earth as if he were a toy.

The disciples below the Qi Enlightenment stage possessed weaker mental fortitude and vulnerable souls. Having been injured by the nether ghostly Qi, every single one of them showed symptoms of dementia. However, thanks to the all-out rescue efforts of the elders, protectors, and the two individuals Zhu and Huang, they were finally saved, and given time, they would fully recover.

Joshua directly closed his eyes, and upon opening them once more, he found himself already within the spiritual space of the World Tree.

Noticing that Lu's gaze had once again fallen upon Xia Ais, Zhang Xin could only glance around, making sure no outsiders were eavesdropping or monitoring, before revealing the truth to Lu.

From then on, Baturu was evidently much more enthusiastic. As he led the way, he introduced the local conditions and circumstances to everyone. Guided by him, the group soon arrived before a stone cliff. Beneath the cliff, moisture was abundant, and a medicinal fragrance wafted into their noses, striking them instantly.

It could be said that the competition was still intensely fierce, and at the same time, the finals were breathtakingly suspenseful. Everyone was eager to know who the ultimate champion would be.

Led by Old Man Zhang’s eldest son, the two of them smoothly arrived at the main tomb chamber. However, just as they stepped into it, Hao Ren caught the distinct scent of blood.

Yet he felt such an opportunity was exceedingly rare, and in the future, he might not necessarily encounter a spirit that caught his fancy again.

Gong Huan knew his movements had been restricted and it was impossible to dodge, so he could only raise his other arm to block his abdomen. He never expected, however, that the boss's hand would suddenly change direction, altering its trajectory by a full ninety degrees to strike straight at Gong Huan's jaw.

A fire ignited in everyone's heart. Indeed, to them, Shen Tong was truly like family.

The few of them held their breath. Mu Mangzi could distinctly feel the body temperature of Shen Mengyu, who was pressed close against him; in this early winter, it felt all the more warm. Added to that was her breathing, which she seemed to be trying her best to calm down. He guessed she had probably never personally participated in bird-catching and was feeling somewhat excited.

"The situation is indeed not very optimistic. Previously, his headaches had started to show signs of subsiding, but now, suddenly hurting to this extent can only mean that the process of recovering his memories is going to become increasingly grueling. He is still resisting these memories," Doctor Su said, his expression indeed somewhat hesitant and troubled.

"Don't touch me! The medicine hasn't been applied yet! It hurts like hell! Do you take me for some indestructible deity whose flesh doesn't feel pain when struck?" The more Ming Fan spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, wearing a bitter expression. It was evident that the whip strike actually caused a flesh-riaring pain.

Blue Feather understood in a flash; it was likely that Ivan and his companions' operational plan had been exposed by Wang Mei and her group.

"Sorry to trouble you, Doctor Su." A-Cheng took the medicine, cast another glance at Ming Long, carried Ming Fan out of the room on his back, and then returned with Ming Long.

After a brief adjustment, Lan Kun woke up. The Saint Venerable poured a cup of hot water to warm Lan Kun's body.

"You know?" Hearing Wu Haotian speak as if he knew, I immediately sat up and stared straight at Wu Haotian.

Shi Xiaopeng was both startled and overjoyed. "You really are meticulous," he said, and quickly unfolded the scrap of paper to see what was written on it.

Aside from the Holy Emperor Sword and a few other flying sword spirit treasures, he possessed no other blade-type spirit treasures on his person. Without true essence to drive them, they had virtually no formidable lethality!

He pursued the indestructibility of the spirit throughout his life, standing out uniquely in the realm of spiritual power. He had discovered many uncharted domains of the mind and conducted deep research into them. One could say that when it came to the path of spiritual power, he possessed the most authoritative voice in the entire academy.

What to do next put him in a somewhat difficult position. Logically speaking, Moonlight City could not be returned to, as that was the Lu family's home turf. Yet he was also worried about the plight of the Qiao sisters; judging by the methods Lu Zexi employed, this fellow truly had no bottom line to speak of.

Scratching its chin, Celiya carried it back to the dormitory. Cherie appeared to have gone upstairs, while Doris was sipping tea.

After asking one question after another, Ye Feng seemed unwilling to even spare this fellow another glance, wondering in his heart how such a bizarre eccentric had managed to be driven away by Huang Chen.

Glancing at the jade medallion in his hand, Li Yang was overjoyed. He had unexpectedly been the first to ascend to the third floor. But the moment he entered the third floor, Li Yang's expression changed slightly. He had originally thought the opponents here would still be demonic beasts, yet standing right before him was a person whose appearance and cultivation base were identical to his own in every single way.

With five thousand taels pocketed, the boss was naturally overjoyed and threw in a large bundle of items like golden silk thread. Of course, Shangguan Ling had originally intended to purchase these items separately, so having them directly gifted saved her a considerable amount of trouble.

Even though it was now certain that very few of the Twenty-Eight Mansions remained, if they were driven into a desperate corner and truly went to war with his Black Demon Legion, the outcome would likely be quite disastrous. King Yu Rong was acting under the orders of the Witch-Demon King to hunt down the immortal officials who had fled from the heavenly court, but there was no need for him to risk his life so fiercely for King Yu Rong.

With a "snap," as he raised his arm, the wound on his back split open once more. Zhuo Xiong looked helplessly at his almost freakishly muscular physique and once again picked up the needle and thread.

Li Yang retreated explosively. Wild and arrogant though he was, he was no seeker of death! To his utter astonishment, however, Mu Tao and Baili Xue detected nothing unusual.

At this moment, Reverend Jingmiao was seen gripping the Nether-Snow Flute, her figure floating in mid-air, exceptionally steady.

"But I..." She was temporarily still unable to accept all this. Strictly speaking, it was tasting sweetness after the bitter, but in her heart, it still felt thoroughly uncomfortable.

Looking at Jiang Wen's solemn expression, Tao'er knew it was no time for acting spoiled, and began grinding ink to help him.

Opening her eyes, she was met with pitch-black darkness. All she knew was that she was lying on a cold floor. As for where she was, the environment was completely indiscernible, leaving her no way to judge her surroundings.

In the distance, the waters of the Guo River surged turbulently. Farther away in the Northern Wei military camp, cooking smoke curled upwards, presenting an oddly peaceful and serene picture. Perhaps she would end up dying of exhaustion trapped inside this city of Guo, but why on earth was she here?

From the deep pit, a young man in his early twenties slowly walked out, his hands clasped behind his back, his face as calm as still water.