Volume One, Chapter 21: Life Has Truly Become Decadent

The group ran for a distance before glancing back, only to see zombies spilling out of the pitch-black fissure like rice leaking from a torn sack.

"There, there. Do not be so angry; rage harms the body. Chang Yuan has already gone to hunt him down. As you said, he is wounded and cannot have gotten far," I said.

The young man sighed helplessly upon hearing the elder's words. He knew the logic held true, yet the frustration in his heart only deepened.

Although the Magic Sword shattered the space and tore through the blockade in an instant, it had undoubtedly managed to stall the weapon and buy time.

"Found you." As soon as he left the house, Chen Tingzhi soared into the air. The embryonic deities within his body pulsed, manipulating electromagnetic fields to bridge his spiritual aura with the Earth’s own magnetic field. This allowed him to fly effortlessly against gravity, gliding forward as if skating on the electromagnetic current.

"I do not know you; I simply witnessed one of your soul fragments return to the mortal realm back in the Underworld," Sigurd laughed. Fate was truly profound.

It had even come close to seizing the "Reincarnation" prepared by the Dragon Clan, potentially ending the "Yin-Yang Calamity" of the Xuan Chen Realm right then and there.

Shen Yi laughed loudly and waved to the Jiang family before boarding the car to sit beside me. As the vehicle started, accompanied by two columns of troops clearing the way and the triumphant melody of festive music, we headed toward the General's headquarters in a grand procession.

This man, to whom I once swore I would rather die than submit, was now someone I was willing to let shatter me in his embrace, even if it meant total ruin.

Had the Great Dao Assembly not been of such vital, extraordinary importance, the Shi brothers would have walked away without a second thought.

From the moment the Yinglong Spear appeared, Ye Qiu sensed its extraordinary nature. Its brilliance far surpassed that of his three Gotian treasures, and even the Eight Desolations Sword paled in comparison.

Thus, the vast majority of participants bid with a casual mindset. Even if one were unlucky enough to win the auction, the price—no more than a hundred Gold Leaf Grass—was small enough to console oneself with the thought of having merely purchased a rare, legendary potted plant.

"Ye Fan, is the price of growing up that we must witness our loved ones leave us, one by one?" Zhao Xin asked sorrowfully.

Huang Qixin was busy cleaning the shop with his staff, as the posting of the advertisement raising menu prices by five hundred times had left them without a single patron.

Mu Chenzhou had been prepared; he successfully captured the moment on his phone, playfully nibbling her soft red lips before quickly pulling away.

Bai Yehuo quietly loosened the brocade pouch hidden beneath her skirt, and the flying ants swarmed out, lunging at the dying Zhen Baizhi.

Blood Moon had once said that while the Heavenly Soul Empire was currently only a superior empire, ten thousand years ago it had been a Sacred Empire—a dominant force of the Heavenly Domain. Back then, even the Heavenly City and the Heavenly Sacred Palace had to show it a measure of deference.

Despite this, the crowd only offered polite applause for the ordinary entrepreneurs in attendance, but broke into wild, fervent screams for the two celebrities present, Su Yanping and Li Hui.

Tang Ming was, of course, furious at scoundrels like the second master of the Dong family, wishing he could crush them into pulp.

Should both sides tie, the referees would organize another match, continuing until a winner was decided.

Upon entering the void, the battle intensified. The capabilities of the Zerg units increased, and Meng Li’s mecha-sword shattered. He immediately switched to a blade, watching as it grew from a tiny sliver to the size of a mecha-sword. The blade aura he unleashed was like a scorching sun, melting the bodies of the Zerg and carving a bloody path forward.

The snow disaster had passed two days ago. In less than five days, the first batch of vegetables would be shipped by rail to Anyang City.

This meant that Jia Jing could grant follower status to anyone, bestowing upon them immense power.

Her movements paused, then she gently lifted Su Fan and laid him softly onto the bed.

A moment later, Gu Jinqiu looked at Chen Hao, who had gone still, assuming she had finally persuaded him.

Tan Shiyong felt as if he had collided with a speeding mountain of steel. With a "bang," everything went black before his eyes.

Yet he was truly helpless; the current Luo Corporation was simply no match for the Jinqiu Group.

Huang Zhen stared coldly at the fourth son, the murderous intent in his eyes barely contained. He knew that a thousand-year-old blood cultivator slaughtering mortals was a terrifying prospect.

On the morning of the Lunar New Year, Huang Zhen received an invitation: "As the New Year begins and all things are renewed, Chairman Huang, the young master of the Kaiyan Association, is cordially invited to gather at the Dragon Estate at the hour of the Rooster on the first day of the year. Signed: Long Wu." The ink was still wet, clearly written only moments ago.

"This is Meng Meiqi’s Thousand-Mile Tracking Mirror! That is why I told you to stop breathing and switch to embryonic respiration! This mirror is incredibly powerful; it can reveal objects from a thousand miles away!" Huang Zhen said slowly.

Su Ning'er had insisted she didn't know him, and Ye Meng had wondered if he had mistaken her for someone else. But now, the form of the demon soul matched perfectly; how could it be a mistake?

As he withdrew his staff and retreated, a blade shadow laced with cold air slashed through the void. Bai Mo-xian parried with his staff, calmly stepping out of Yu Wei's attack range.

The door creaked open, and the scene before me left me stunned.

After a brief moment of discomfort, my body returned to normal. Little did I know that this fleeting complication would later cause me endless suffering at the hands of Ji Ying.