Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Six: Unearthing the White Bones

"Zhanshan, have you considered that within the Illusory Sea Secret Realm, such a terrifying prism space exists? When the time comes, you and Hongye will have no power to contend with the secret realm itself. Could it be that Ye Xunzun is deliberately sending you to your deaths?" Shui Zhiyue gazed deeply at Gong Zhanshan.

Over the past month, through Mi Zhu's introductions, Liu Tianhao had come to know almost every sort of person in Xuzhou, both high and low. Of course, Liu Tianhao did not allow Mi Zhu to reveal the nature of their association.

The late shift ran from half past two in the afternoon to half past ten at night, with around a hundred and fifty cups sold per shift. There was a buy-one-get-one-free promotion on a particular milk tea, so almost all orders were for that. By the end of the night, her palms were faintly bruised. Before leaving, there was cleaning to be done, but naturally, the time spent cleaning was not paid.

"Yes, General." Three days later, Gu Chenxuan led his soldiers to the city gate to welcome Prince Jing and his retinue. After an entire month in the carriage, Yan Yu felt as if his bones were about to fall apart; this journey had been pure torment.

Ying’er’s icy gaze fell upon Ba Hao. She knew that on the Illusory Sea Continent, endless forbearance was useless—only by making the other taste of death would they bow their heads.

But now, things were different. Only a few scattered ones remained, unable to trigger the passive effect: Bluewind Wolf = slightly stronger wild monster = experience trove with rich rewards.

Lu Xia widened her eyes and gazed into the distance. Only then did she notice enormous, pitch-black forms gradually dissipating. The task of those people seemed to be to eliminate these black creatures.

Not long ago, Liu Yingying had been arrogant and overbearing, but now, her head shook like a rattle, clutching her skirt and inching away, terrified she’d be a step too slow and get blasted by this hulking, black iron contraption.

Doflamingo stepped down, handing the contracts of transcendence to Monet and Vergo, who had just adapted to their abilities. They barely glanced at the documents before signing their names.

"Do you remember I told Dong Zhuo a few days ago that there would be war in Jizhou within two years?" Liu Tianhao asked Jia Xu in return.

With a business worth tens of millions, Luo Bing could decide with a word whether to sign or not. At Baodong Group, she led a team of hundreds of elite professionals from various fields—who would dare not obey her orders?

—This, this fiend must be desperate, gathering all the black energy together in a bid to drag her down with it.

Lin Hua shouted encouragement for Lin Yi. The pain of having his tendons cut was unbearable; he could only stand by and watch, utterly unable to intervene.

In that battle, countless stars were shattered, the defensive lines of myriad ruinous worlds were broken, and even the Eight Wastes and the Four Seas were engulfed in endless flames.

She feared Lin Xu might do something reckless, so she peered quietly through the crack in the door, ready to rush in and stop him at the first sign of trouble.

Chen Shu pulled Yu Silan down to sit beside her. Yu Silan wanted to shake off her hand, but remained motionless.

Countless war corpses surged towards Chen Ziling, while Bai Tuo summoned his soul to command a powerful evil-blade war corpse, launching an attack.

"Rong, do you feel unwell anywhere?" Wei Chenfeng, unsure of Ji Wanrong’s intentions, asked cautiously.

During this month or so, Chun Jiao had come to understand a few things. She had experienced the full spectrum of attitudes when fetching food from the kitchens.

Now, as long as Shu Xiaofeng could max out those three attributes, he would instantly gain three divine techniques.

Beneath the Tidal Pool lay a forest, tightly connected to the Hundred-Thousand Mountains. The three of them stood atop a peak, gazing at the empty sky in confusion. Where was the Tidal Pool?

Su Tan wept helplessly, as if forgetting the fleeting years… She desperately wanted to rush forward, yet feared she might distract her young master. After all, she had already noticed that Tang Chuan wasn’t dead—otherwise, that great demon would have revealed itself.

A large bowl of shredded radish soup, a stir-fry of diced cucumber, stir-fried tofu with beans, sautéed triple-aroma greens, stir-fried salted medley, stir-fried pickled gourd shreds, celery with beef—an entire table laid out.

Three days later, the command talisman in the young master’s hand had surpassed twenty-five thousand. On the Top Hundred Command List appeared a new, dazzling name: "Mortal Remnant"! It was unknown how the list learned of Tang Chuan’s alias, for he had only ever mentioned it to Qinghan of the Frost World.

This place was also called Yanjing City. So where had the old Yanjing City gone? Had aliens invaded overnight? It was truly terrifying.

"Is that really possible?" Yang Sha, finding this mysterious method dubious, asked in return.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is divine magic—divine magic, no doubt..." Feng Han stared at Wang Chen in disbelief, as if looking at a monster.

But in truth, my strength hasn’t dwindled—it’s self-sealed. Whenever I wish, I can unlock my full power, or don the mask to enhance my abilities.

Yet before he could finish speaking, a sudden rumble echoed from both sides of the mountain.

Lin Wushuang’s lovely face flushed blue then red, her beautiful eyes burning with anger as she glared fiercely at this crude fellow. Never in her life had she heard such vulgar words. All saw her as a princess—yet here, she had met a man so coarse.

After all, he was at the level of the Immortal King; in terms of cultivation and realm, he was a step above Xu Sheng, who was at the Immortal tier.

Just as she took off her shoes, she saw Wang Jiaci had already removed one canvas shoe and untied its lace.

Italian-made, natural leather, pure handmade… Of all the people she knew, only Chairman Jing Yan wore such luxurious shoes.

But I am deeply troubled by Old Lei’s disappearance. First, because he was the descendant of Blackback Lao Liu; second, because he was close to my second uncle; and third, because he was not a simple man.

Madam Tan and Madam Shen were both lying in the hospital at this moment. In any case, now was not the time for the two of them to quarrel at the hospital entrance.

He was struck by several bolts of heavenly lightning in a row; the searing pain not only afflicted his flesh but also left his soul grievously wounded. Through his dazed eyes, he saw the mysterious fiery liquid below writhing.

Shen Ruochu lay motionless, stunned, letting him kiss and apologize. For a moment, tears forgotten, she didn’t know how to react.

"I'm fine... I just miss you a bit," Xi Man said wistfully. Having a father who cares is wonderful—what a pity he isn't by her side.