Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Prophecy Is Fulfilled Once Again

The two Arhat dharma images, both manifesting the power of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, collided in a thunderous clash. Yet, Xu Que achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation mid-battle, channeling a massive Arhat Heaven-Turning Seal that smashed into his opponent. The replica could not withstand the force for even a moment before shattering into nothingness. As the battle concluded, the surrounding environment returned to its normal state, and a passageway appeared within the water mirror before him.

Had it been anyone else, they would have plunged into absolute mental collapse at that very moment. Unable to comprehend or even process the sight, their sanity would have been eroded away by that gaze from beyond the heavens.

Yang Xiao let out a roar of fury. With a wave of his hand, Yang Yao’s severed head rolled to the feet of Nangong Zhan.

Master Xing truly understood the art of acting; he saw the unspoken subtext behind the performances of Lin Ye and Li Ruolan.

The four of them hurried back to the academy and entered the Grandmaster’s office. Only after closing the door and drawing the curtains did they reveal the two spirit bones.

What a harrowing scene it was... The rooftop began to tilt, collapsing toward an unknown void. The air turned instantly as scorching as a purgatory, and the hazy sky was suddenly stained a vivid, burning orange.

As he spoke, the old man’s face remained fixed in a smile, yet two lines of murky tears traced paths down his cheeks, rendering his appearance all the more desolate.

However, Lin Ye had his own ideas. Ignoring her recommendations, he insisted on choosing a gift for Zhao Liying according to his own taste.

A fierce glint sparked in Zhang Wu’s eyes. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, ultimately forced to bend down and retrieve his sword.

To be honest, they were deeply unwilling to admit it. Yet, having already spoken those words, they lacked the face to retract them.

He did not blame his son for this, however. In his eyes, Lin Yun was indeed a remarkable figure, and it was his son’s good fortune to befriend such a person.

Sure enough, the gate creaked open from within, and the same old man emerged, carrying a lantern once more.

What a joke. In this region far from the capital, if appealing to the authorities were of any use, would this wretch still be alive today? If the law were truly useful, what purpose would they, the judges of the underworld, serve?

Xi Feng and his companion were instantly sent sprawling by the sword aura. A wound an inch deep appeared on Long Teng’s right cheek. As for Xi Feng, his robes were shredded, leaving him in a wretched state.

Several dark figures emerged from the center of the lake. What on earth were those? Yi Han stared intently for a moment before realizing they were people, clad in diving gear with oxygen tanks strapped to their backs.

Long Yuan placed the remaining two leaves and the root of the Seven-Seven Grass into a small box and muttered to himself, "It is time to find the Fifth and Fourth Senior Brothers." After tidying the room, he hurried off to Qi Meiran’s quarters.

After all, even if the highest levels of the government wanted to eradicate the Baji School, they would certainly do so through secret operations. They would never announce it so publicly, as that would only alert the Baji School and allow them to prepare.

Yet this time, the man did not meet Chu Yi head-on; instead, his body flickered as he drifted rapidly backward.

"A Martial Corpse!" Jade Tripod Immortal’s face changed drastically upon seeing Long Yuan’s state. He considered himself widely knowledgeable, but never in his life had he encountered a Martial Corpse that possessed human consciousness.

During the previous shove, Lu Yan had been so preoccupied with watching Han Bingbing that he failed to notice the movement behind him. That was why, in a single moment, the robber had slammed him against a pillar.

Ye Tianyi was inwardly criticizing the old man for his rigidity, but upon hearing the guard’s request, he was stunned, unable to utter a word for some time.

Looking at the options, Ding Da couldn't help but find it amusing. Knowing full well that this place was likely the only safe haven, what fool would dare to leave? It was obvious that C was the correct choice.

Knowing that Ying Sha harbored a certain disdain for the Ling Dynasty, Ji Ziming found that the royal title he had once taken such pride in was now a burden that stuck in his throat.