Volume One, Chapter 55: Fate Does Not Deviate, But Errors Exist—The Trojan Horse of Destiny

The passing of a deity did not come with grandiose or earth-shattering spectacles.

There was only the shattering of countless shards of snow-white radiance, much like the disintegration of an entire realm.

Gu Xinian let out a long, heavy breath.

It was over.

Then, the encroaching darkness swallowed him whole.

Jun Shinuo pressed two fingers against his temples. He suddenly found this question to be remarkably profound. Xia Nuanyan had once posed a similar inquiry to him, which he had brushed off with a casual evasion. Yet now, he still found himself at a loss for how to answer. This concerned the entire life of Xia Nuanyan, or perhaps, Wangyue.

Inside Qin Cheng Prison, Shen Shisan was casually tossed into a cell—though here, no cell was ever truly ordinary.

Therefore, after finishing her meal, Shen Yunxi had Liang Xicheng prepare a set of silver needles for her to perform acupuncture, completely purging the lingering toxins from her body.

"Wangyue, you are simply too kind-hearted. If only she possessed even half of your sense of propriety and benevolence," Jun Shinuo sighed deeply.

"I live here. This is my humble abode, please don't laugh," Feihu said, looking somewhat embarrassed as he pushed the clothes on his bedside backward, signaling for Yingzi to sit down.

Yet in the end, a single phone call from Gu Xude forced the old man to temporarily suspend his operation and go seek out Gu Xuren instead.

Care... was this even care? Ziyuan offered a bitter smile, yet she still nodded, sniffed lightly, and looked toward Tang Xueying.

With a growth rate of such terrifying proportions, how on earth did it come to be? If everyone else in the sect could be called a genius, then someone like this was truly a genius among geniuses.

Jun Shinuo only perceived the fierce and stern tone in Xia Nuanyan's voice; he failed to catch her words that she would not blindly marry, nor did he understand her remark that matches made in heaven still had their destined limits. Had he paid attention and asked just one more question, perhaps their journey together would not have been one of mutual, relentless, and unwearying bloodshed of the heart.

They saw the light upon the central jade plate rapidly expand at that very moment, yet in merely a fraction of a second, it shrank back down to the size of a grain of rice. Following this transformation of light, a curtain of radiance emanated from the jade plate, and upon that screen, an image abruptly materialized.

Moreover, there was no doubt that this Dark Saint was indeed a Grand Magus. Given that the number of saint-tier figures across the entire continent barely reached three digits—with several claimed by the various magic temples alone—one could easily see just how formidable the inherited power truly was.

"I'll call you later. He is stretched too thin right now," she explained to her son. That group of veteran elders was not easy to handle; simply relying on his personal achievements was not enough to shut their mouths.

However, this was merely Li Mu's conjecture without a shred of evidence, and there seemed to be nothing left in the school that warranted the adversary mobilizing such vast resources. After a moment of contemplation, Li Mu decided to keep his suspicions to himself.

"Where are you planning to go again? You've skipped more than half your classes this week. Will you even be able to keep up?" Chen Jing blurted out, only to choke on her own words midway. The person in front of her was a top student; why on earth was she worrying about his academics?

"This humble servant is merely offering a suggestion; whether to act or not rests entirely with Your Highness. Still, out of the goodness of my heart, I must remind Your Highness that if you intend to do this, you had better act sooner rather than later. Leave it too late, and things will turn sour!" Eunuch Huang said with a smiling yet sinister expression.

However, Nangong Xun dared not believe that Ye Tianniang was actually Ye Cangtian. If that were true, Ye Cangtian's cultivation talent would simply defy the heavens—not only was his martial prowess formidable, but he was also a supreme genius in the art of divine runes. Such a person was far too perfect.

One could offer guidance, allowing Liu Zhen to walk past that hurdle on his own. Alternatively, one could forgo treatment and hide away forever; as long as the scars in his heart were untouched, Liu Zhen would remain a normal person.

Ever since she learned the utility of purple gold coins in the upper realm, Yi Mishang also felt it was imperative to earn as much as possible. Though she had never lacked money in her past life, she knew all too well that without money, one could not move an inch—just like those miserable, impoverished days immediately following her transmigration.