Volume One, Chapter 51: Does the Princess Really Intend to Build That Fire Thunder Chariot?

“No need to come ashore, cousin—what do you mean?” Du Xingxiao asked with concern.

“If the princess ever requires it, how many fleets can you dispatch under your title as the East Sea Commander? They can dock at Sheye Pier. How does that sound?” Gu Han’s eyes were deep pools of dark ink, suffused with an unshakeable, heavy sorrow.

Du Xingxiao had never seen his cousin like this. “As long as you command, I will surely send out the fleet to support the princess!”

After Luo Jiutong finished speaking, Feng Qian and 247 other postnatal cultivators immediately charged toward the entrance of the Yanhuang Grand Canyon. The scene was chaotic and disorderly, utterly lacking any semblance of strategy.

The others seemed to recognize Ji Mo as well. Their steps faltered for a moment before continuing toward him.

The myriad swords suddenly soaring through the sky startled the monsters. Such an abrupt onslaught of swords shocked everyone— even the demon king frowned at Ji Mo’s unexpected move.

Since arriving here, the few had shown no respect, maintaining an air of superiority. He had been patient, but their repeated encroachments roused a fierce anger within him.

Hearing Su Nuan’s unusually intimate anger toward Leng Ye, Shen Jinghua’s face darkened. Su Yi pursed his lips, casting a meaningful glance at Su Nuan. Yet, Su Nuan had already turned around to look at Aunt Wu, oblivious to their differing expressions behind her.

That expression carried a certain charm, as if no matter what conditions Xu Maoxian proposed, the two would agree without hesitation—even to something like warming the bed.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qian’s spirits plummeted to the depths. Yanwu had made it clear: there was absolutely no ninth-level array master in the Nan’an region, and whether one existed anywhere on the continent was doubtful.

“Ah Feng! Take it! Don’t I still have this? If you accept it, we will protect each other!” Lin Xue said, pulling out a crystal compass pendant from around her neck, shimmering transparently in the morning sunlight—the birthday gift Ye Feng had given her.

Yet later, even more astonishing was that he decided to give up on Li Miaoyan and place his last treasure on Xu Maoxian.

Xia Xun paid no mind; he turned to Yan Yue and smiled reassuringly, signaling her to relax.

Chen Hao exhaled deeply, his tightly knit brows only now slowly relaxing.

He had defeated Chi You, the warlord who was defeated a hundred times but never gave up. He had calculated the heavens and earth, and millions of years ago had already taken a step ahead of everyone— even the Saint of Heavenly Dao—to seek the “extraordinary treasure” that perhaps only the inscrutable Heavenly Dao could sense. This treasure could replace the Investiture of the Gods list, reshuffling and redefining the order of heaven and earth.

Lelushi bowed deeply toward the Dragon God Temple from afar, then loudly addressed the crowd gathered in the square.

This troop of Teng Snake Clan warriors surged majestically through the sky, heading in the direction where Lin Chen stood.

His great sword unleashed several white beams of light once more. The innermost puppet dragon instantly ignited! It struggled futilely on the ground, rolling about before turning into a blazing heap of burning embers.

Chen Hao sharply inhaled, sucking the drool from the corner of his mouth back in, then hurriedly grabbed the items on the table, stuffing them into his bosom as if afraid someone would snatch them away.

The Flying Thunder Rat was a formidable ferocious beast; a mature one’s cultivation reached roughly the Ninth Level of Divine Powers.

In this battle, Xiao He’s experience fighting old sages, his decisive judgment, meticulous martial skills, psychological insight into the enemy, and use of the environment all played crucial roles.

Before heaven and earth formed, in the primordial chaos, when the universe began to take shape—whether Pangu truly opened the heavens and earth from the chaos and thus evolved the primordial world, or whether Pangu was merely a symbolic figure—only the Heavenly Dao’s Hongjun could verify. But that is a story for another time.