Chapter 125: The End Is the Beginning

"Oh, Cheng Yu, you've arrived! I was worried that you might have been trapped in Queyue City, given how chaotic things are over there right now." The person waiting for a long time on the highest throne of the Demon Sect's sanctuary stood up happily and spoke toward the entrance of the great hall.

The female official sitting in the secondary seat beside the Demon Lord made two gestures, and the guards who had escorted Mingshuang and her party led them into the hall.

More than ten days ago, Mingshuang had brought her white-haired junior uncle to the Wang family estate to seek treatment from Lin He. To their surprise, the old physician had sent the two of them directly to Chuting in Nanyue to find the culprit and break the curse on the junior uncle.

"Just take this child along as a pass; he still carries traces of the Demon Lord's aura, and even his fire spiritual roots have been refined significantly," Lin He said, patting Cheng Yu's shoulder with the intention of sending the trio on their way.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo's expression did not seem feigned, the others said nothing more. It was naturally inappropriate to continue discussing such matters in person.

For instance, Primordial Meteorite Iron and Primordial Jianmu, while possessing distinct gold and wood attributes respectively, are primarily dominated by extreme Yang and extreme Yin properties.

It is an enhanced version of Crazy Ivan; one must be careful, as his self-detonation can cost you nearly 2,000 health points.

In truth, they knew that there might be no gods in this world, and even if there were, the gods might not truly protect them, yet they were still willing to believe.

Who told Qin Yu to marry a wife? And she did not want to become a pampered concubine, struggling in the inner palace against the Empress and a host of other consorts.

Shortly after Chu Qingtian stepped into the thirty-third level, these people were forcibly expelled from Mount Bijia. When they learned that Chu Qingtian was already sitting beneath the Bodhi tree, meditating and seeking enlightenment, they were filled with unparalleled shock.

After the Khan finished speaking, he led Wu Dalang toward his own palace, while Song Jiang and the others, fearing for Wu Dalang's safety, followed closely behind.

Without the Nine-Evolution Array Disc and Taixuzi, Chen Zhuo certainly felt an unprecedented sense of relief, yet at the same time, a trace of reluctance lingered.

As for the Xiao woman, she was a top-tier specimen when it came to viciousness. Add Lady Li to the mix, and—tsk, tsk—he did not envy the entangled, toxic romantic misfortunes surrounding Gu Xuan in the slightest.

With just a slight suck, even the best martial arts of Lady Gu would be rendered useless. Her body turned as soft as a pool of water, leaving her at his mercy.

This strike, which seemed to lack any finesse—as if the opponent knew nothing of spear techniques and was merely using the weapon like a club to smash down—carried the sound of rushing wind, rolling in like a thunderclap splitting the sky.

Legend has it that it was commissioned by an ancestor of the Haneda family from the legendary mechanical master Sanshui Kichiemon, used to store a set of equipment commonly used by the first-generation shogi master, Haneda Masao, when playing.

However, hearing Baima say that the male corpse wearing Yao ethnic clothing in the tomb passage was her father, we were all surprised; we had assumed it was a grave robber from elsewhere who had been killed.

Waking from his dream, Chen Wei opened his eyes to see Yang Mengxiao lying on her side, propping her head up and staring intently at him.

But, having witnessed the darkness on the flip side of this world, could he ever go back? Having already given up his tennis career for his father's sake, was he now to continue that same dull, repetitive life?

Suddenly, Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes, a sense of looking down upon the world and seeing through all things in existence within his gaze.

It was just that Old Madam Shao was a sensitive person by nature. Once the initial joy of her son's safe return faded, she fell into deep worry. She had been depressed for several days, only holding it in without saying a word.

"Fake Master" clutched his head and said, "Who knows what kind of madness he had? The moment he saw us, without a word, he just launched into a fierce beating."

Lu Ren raised his eyebrows; this was clearly a "if I sink, you sink with me" mentality. As long as he dared to attack, there were still eighteen Supremes within this Primordial Mine.

I nodded: "When we came in, we even saw eerie blood-red characters, as well as threatening words written on poplar leaves. It really wasn't you?"

"Go to sleep! I am tired too." Lan Zitian rubbed his somewhat dizzy head. He hadn't found Aunt Pei, the truth about his mother hadn't been uncovered, and one wave of trouble followed another.

With a soft "hum," the portal trembled. Then, Long Xing stepped out from the dazzling light, his hands clasped behind his back, a smile on his face.