Volume 1, Chapter 57: Demonic Seed

"No, I have to go to the Deity Inspection Platform tomorrow, so could we postpone it by a day?" Jingbei had sought her out earlier in the day; the time had come for her to go to the Deity Inspection Platform to verify her Heavenly Seal.

However, Lin Yang felt not the slightest ripple of emotion in his heart. With his current divine power, as long as this era passed and a new universe was born, he could entirely recreate the mortal realm—identical in every detail, flawless and unalterable.

Nor had he expected that Jinfeng seemed never to have truly answered her question from beginning to end: how on earth did Yi Xiaoyue enter the Western Spirit?

Jinyu helped her to sit down and walked over to the innkeeper. The innkeeper's face was pale and his wits completely scattered. Jinyu raised his hand and pressed a finger against the man's Baihui acupoint, whereupon the man finally recognized the person before him in a daze.

In Chen Xuan's mind, the power of the Law of Destruction had already been completely burned away and reduced to nothing during that previous battle by the Sword of Destruction, which was incarnated by the Lord of Destruction itself, ceasing to exist entirely.

"Anyway, we've already waited for two days. If it really doesn't rain today, we must use her as a sacrifice to the heavens to atone for our sins," the village chief said, trying to comfort the others.

As for Young Master Chu Nan, who had long since been captured by Lin Yang, he was now emitting one miserable scream after another. He felt the true crisis of death; Lin Yang had truly made up his mind to refine him completely, which instantly drove him mad.

Yi Qianning and Wuyue rushed over without a second thought. Wuyue rushed to shield Xiao'er, while Yi Qianning threw himself forward to block Chu Yunlian.

The rest of the God of War generals spoke up one after another, each eagerly anticipating the Savage Tiger God of War throwing a heavy punch next to shatter the window.

Han Xian excitedly darted into every suite, finding it hard to choose for a moment. He liked every single suite and wanted to stay in all of them.

"The new mission content you mentioned is even harder than what I considered new mission content to be!" Nagato said.

"Guren, is the cross-sea bridge built by the Land of Waves, connecting the Land of Waves and the Land of Fire, a possession of the Land of Waves?" Hyuga Ichiro asked.

Tracy McGrady's mindless pull-up jumpers, Allen Iverson's mindless drives, Kobe Bryant's mindless reverse layups, Vince Carter's mindless dunks—according to the instructions of high school and even college coaches, these were the most toxic styles of play, yet somehow everyone was addicted to them.

Having made up his mind, Qin Fu asked Zhang Zhongjing which kind of divine pet would be suitable to raise, phrasing the question broadly enough not to expose his own ignorance.

However, no one among the crowd cheered for victory, for this was precisely when the true struggle began. Sure enough, that pair of wolf claws then began the process of devouring the green wolf-beast's body. Its entire forelimb began to deform again, gradually transforming into the shape of those two wolf claws.

"Exactly. Most people would envy this kind of life, yet you don't want it. If you really don't want it, I have a cousin who is thinking about coming to guard the gate. Why don't the two of you swap?" another guard said.

As it turned out, although the Deity Transformation stage had already begun the process of transforming the soul into a primordial spirit, this was a gradual process. Therefore, the primordial spirit in the Deity Transformation stage existed as a hybrid form of both soul and primordial spirit.

She was currently soaring forward using her remaining ice spiritual energy, her body suspended mid-air. If her cultivation technique were broken, she would likely tumble down from the sky in a most ungraceful fall, eating dirt face-first.

Walking into the largest shopping mall near the university, Qin Fu chose the largest clothing store and spent over ten thousand yuan to replace all his clothes and shoes with designer brands. When passing by a watch specialty store, he bought a Longines watch priced at over nine thousand yuan.

The three major theater chains provided 290 screens, which accounted for more than a quarter of their total screens. Combined with the number ultimately negotiated with independent cinemas, which was 260, although the proportion was slightly lower than that of the three major chains, the grand total of 550 screens vastly exceeded DD's original plan.

Even so, this was still enough to shake the ancient times and dazzle the present. If merely the first of the Eight Saint Sovereigns was this formidable, what of the others? The thought made their blood surge and race through their veins.

The news media the following day began to lavishly praise Johnny Lee's performance in this match.

"You mean to say that you sealed yourself in ice to practice bitterly for ten years and it's finally over?" Mo Fan was quite good at guessing and supplemented Mu Ningxue's statement.

When first seen, she was graceful and slender, with a sorrowful expression and grievance in her beautiful eyes, presenting a pitiful and endearing appearance. Yet the moment she started fighting, she was like a killing god or a vicious ghost, showing not a shred of mercy.

Driven by different motives—worry, jealousy, a sense of justice, and so on—they coincidentally put forward the exact same theory.

Light and shadow intertwined, and the sword momentum grew even fiercer, severing the shadow of the staff and soaring into the sky to press upon Mo Fangzhou. The latter's expression turned cold as Wu Yue closed in, delivering a mid-air sword strike that descended like Mount Tai pressing down from above, leaving Mo Fangzhou with nowhere to dodge.

What if Li Yuanba—that peerless martial artist of unmatched might who created the eternal supreme art "Du'e Heart Sword"—became so angry on the spot that he used his four-hundred-jin drum-peen golden hammers to smash himself into a paste of meat and die all over again?

Long Yang's voice was like a booming bell accompanied by echoes of dragon roars, as if the heavens themselves were roaring. In that instant, the bloodline within his body broke through its obstruction, his dantian became completely unobstructed, and his strength instantly surged.

"Patrick Ewing's jumper, it's in! Ewing remains the Knicks' greatest guarantee for victory; this play fully demonstrated Ewing's strength." Mike Breen praised Ewing's basket.

"No need for such formal courtesies. Since you are Ino's good friend, naturally you are my friend as well, and besides, we are all shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village!" Uchiha Kazuya said with a smile.

After all, following the destruction of the Famuli Empire, the Famuli people had become a lower-class race without a country.

Indeed, upon learning of Xue Rengui's vast achievements, Zhang Yi promoted him to the rank of General Subjugator of Bandits. Moreover, this promotion was not granted for the number of enemies he had killed, but rather on account of the warhorses.

His leg muscles were far larger than his arms, and with his long legs, his feet could reach places his arms could not. His kicks were flexible and versatile, centered on explosive attacks such as jumping side kicks.

Staring intently at the sight of Shikaru and Choji fighting with all their might, Gaara's breathing grew heavy of its own accord. His arms crossed over his chest, his hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and his expression was inexplicably agitated.

At this moment, everyone sensed the phenomenon of their personal fortune shifting. Daoist Ren possessed the highest level of cultivation, so any thought or intent brought a premonition, and when the others asked one another, they all perceived the changes in themselves.