Volume 1, Chapter 110: The Final Strategy, I Have Written Everything, Both What Should and Should Not Be Written!

Li Changlin was also staring in astonishment, unable to help but curiously glance toward those few places. What caught the eye most was its utterly abnormal mental state—wild and erratic, its behavior strange. It seemed something peculiar here had clouded its mind, rendering it senseless and irrational.

Suddenly, the entire house vanished mysteriously, and a gentle breeze swept through the sky, carrying countless rays of moonlight. It drifted like a silver bird soaring through the night, floating far away.

A chill crept from my neck deep into my spine, and I thought to myself, could this be a lost soul or a wandering ghost?

Of course, the most critical factor in cultivating one’s power is the availability of resources—even talent comes second! Without resources, what use is talent? If the Heaven’s Silence has not been activated, wouldn’t that be as if one has no talent at all?

According to Ye Feng’s spiritual insight, although he could completely ignore the spiritual remnants of hundreds of true demon generals at the divine power realm, when facing a master whose spiritual force had evolved from mere spiritual remnants into divine power, Ye Feng still found himself outmatched.

“We should be the ones thanking you, Third Brother,” Hei Wuchang snapped back to reality and said with heartfelt gratitude.

“Let’s get back to the point! My friend has this problem—how do we solve it?” Zhang Yi became a little impatient and urged.

Though under Ma Yingjie’s protection he hadn’t yet been affected by the fierce beasts, for some reason, whenever those long swords appeared, the image of the fierce beast involuntarily surfaced in his mind, making him sense fluctuations in his own cultivation.

As he lowered his hand, he casually pointed a finger toward Niu Beidou’s direction, then went on to brush the dirt off his backside.

Gu Feng swam through the seawater, his shadowy demon hand stretching from his back, constantly stirring the surrounding waves to propel himself farther.

With the Blood Slaughter Technique, every time you take a life, your aptitude increases; breaking through realms then becomes effortless.

Having reached the upper fifth realm, and with Zhengyang Mountain already under the Hao Ran Sect, whether his family had a lower sect or not was not urgent to Xia Yuancui. His cultivation journey would be long and leisurely, allowing him to contemplate the carefree life of an immortal and the beauties of the mortal world during his leisure.

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At the end of the apocalypse, Lu Yun was asked to choose a bull-headed figure. Hiro, standing beside, pondered which AD hero would best counter the opponent.

The screen replayed an enormous hand blotting out the sky descending from above, sweeping clean a massive floating island. The void there was shattered; one could only imagine the terrifying power of that colossal hand.

Chen Ping’an did not hang the “Haoliang” sword gourd. The two sword immortals, Mi Hu and Mi Yu, were brothers, and since Mi Hu had made his decision, Chen Ping’an saw no need to interfere.

Huang Yunshuo asked about the large chat group established last night, which gathered over a hundred key figures from several guilds.

Madam Tang, who originally could not turn over while lying in bed, required Aunt An to stay vigilant, checking on her periodically, helping her turn or massage her limbs—more exhausting than caring for a newborn.

Zhang Jinhua held Zhou Ziyu’s injured arm, her heart still trembling. Had she not returned in time to clean and dress the wound, it would have worsened.

Naturally, once these three major internet companies went public, Lin Cheng’s shares would be diluted. Maintaining a 70% stake was impossible, but retaining 50% remained within reach.

On that same day, Gui Bao inspected the Tianying Sect’s jade slips of cultivation methods and the large cache of spiritual artifacts collected from the mortal realm. Unfortunately, these were all low-grade items with little use.

Lian Yun listened to the words of the white-robed Yan Dianxin but offered no rebuttal, only a slight smile before saying, “This trial event is perilous and fraught with danger. Senior Brother suggests the Holy Qi Sect, Extreme Spirit Sect, and Pure Elixir Sect unite and act in concert.”

At that moment, Tian Xuanzi sat meditating quietly inside the sand fortress, aligning the earth spirit qi within him with the surrounding aura, contemplating the sudden appearance of the whirlwind.

Years ago, Zhao He knelt before the Yun Mountain Sovereign’s gate for a month, hoping to be accepted as a disciple, but the Sovereign refused.

Everyone immediately released their divine awareness to investigate but found no abnormalities. Their vigilance relaxed once more as the mist dissipated, and calm returned.

Naturally, these factions were arrogant and domineering, disregarding the celestial gods. The demon clans were hardly benevolent, making Jilei Mountain chaotic and rife with dealings among ruthless scoundrels.

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He found it strange in his heart, unsure what method Lü Benzhong intended to use to delay Kong Yanzhou’s assault, and refrained from asking.

Everyone was busily tapping and searching for a mechanism to open the door but found nothing.

That was not all—Tabai refused to pause for even a step. The cavalry drew their flails, great axes, and iron whips hanging from their saddles and charged fiercely into the enemy ranks.

Tian Wu shot Lin Xiu an annoyed glance. This guy, fat and panting—yet Tian Wu had to admit, he was indeed considering taking Yao Qi as an apprentice.

Just as Gu Qingyu was about to remove her coat, a broad palm firmly pressed down on her warm hand. Xie Changxuan furrowed his brow—how could the hand be so hot?

He also thought that if the Grand State Preceptor’s words were true, the person who could be this man’s nemesis must be an extraordinary figure.

The current problem was that charisma points had to be spent. Shen Ke realized everything in this system had an expiration date.

It was as if born a wisp of dust belonging to heaven and earth, coming to the world merely to: behold the grass growing and orioles flying; listen to frogs croaking and cicadas singing; taste fragrant rice; and smell the delicate camellia blossoms.

Ming Changxi’s claim of not yearning to lavish treasure like gold was false; though extravagant, his absolute devotion remained to his rose—his senior sister.

Shen Ke was startled and quickly crossed his arms over his chest, as if Xu Huaiyu were a big bad wolf.

In Yuanbao’s mind, unexpectedly, Rong Ji seemed to understand his meaning. His eyes widened in surprise, his expression one of astonishment.