Chapter Sixty-Four: Slipping Into the Village

“The main issue you face is that your sea of consciousness cannot directly communicate with the mech—it means you can’t freely exchange information with your symbiotic machine,” Lin Xuan explained.

This made Si Hongchu suddenly recall all that had happened recently, and she wondered whether Lan Xuan had heard about it. Yet, Mo Ding seemed quite at ease. Using his spiritual sense, he searched among the scattered stones for a larger piece, slowly dragging it over to sit down and lose himself in thought.

When it came to withstanding energy attacks, Iris would continue to deepen her research, determined to unlock the full potential of the triple-helix gene sulfur-based organism and forge it into an invincible legion, capable of victory through its terrifying infectious power.

It didn’t take long before everyone lost sight of Yang Jie and Ziche Jian. With the thick mist enveloping them, even though these powerful cultivators had reached the Hall-entering Realm, their divine senses could not pierce the fog; they could not locate Yang Jie or Ziche Jian.

It must be said, Xi had always shown respect for others; thus, he had specifically summoned the Sage and Jia Linan to join in their deliberations.

Although Xia Hua and Chen Donghai had repeatedly advised caution, and Class Three’s strength was not lacking, no one had expected them to conceal their abilities so deeply. Class One had sent out all their elites—from the beginning of the third match, Chen Donghai was already on the field, and even now, all the players present were the very best of the class.

Because of the Heartless Secret Art, Nie Wuyuan had become the focus of the Celestial Sovereign’s attention. No matter what, Yaoyue’s desire to offer the Heartless Secret Art out of love could not be separated from Nie Wuyuan. Since the Celestial Sovereign could not bear to punish Yaoyue, he naturally vented his anger on Nie Wuyuan, the origin of it all.

Leng Yichen dribbled the ball, eyes narrowed at the two before him, feet constantly shifting left and right, seeking an opportunity to break through the defense.

The Demon Monk squinted at her. “Still won’t talk? Fine. Since you’re so stubborn, let’s see how long you can endure!” With a cold laugh, the Demon Monk turned and left the underground palace.

Night Owl was not the type of child who would weep and wail when separated from his parents; instead, he was one who had always been raised with a free rein.

Emperor Hong had an artist at court paint a portrait of himself at the age of twenty-four, which he then handed to Feng Nanyang. He appointed Feng Nanyang as the Imperial Envoy and bestowed upon him the Sword of Authority, granting him the power to execute corrupt officials before reporting, should he encounter any.

“If you are so fond of Shanshan, very well, I will take you to see her,” said Lin Feng at last, worn down by Nihuang’s persistent entreaties.

Long Jiu’er remembered that the decorations on her room’s door had once been all pink as well, but they were not quite the same as they were now.

When had it begun—she, once so full of life, had become as still as dead water? No matter what he did, he could no longer elicit a word from her, nor even a glance?

“Elder Sister, how cruel you are! I hate you!” Yan Rujiao wiped away her tears and ran off in a fit of anger.

Only at the moment her body decayed and her soul departed did she see flashes of her past life. In that instant, she finally understood why Lou Ruojin had not saved her.

Rong Xi, feeling the warmth of arms so different from her own man’s, was lost for a long while before she could recover her senses.

Mo Qianyan took in the surroundings with a keen eye. Once sure the space was large enough, he called out.

As for Qianyan, he had no concerns about taking action. Back at the Blazing Flame Mountains, everyone had witnessed the events atop the crimson peaks. Thus, he summoned the Fire Spirit Bird without hesitation—swift victory was best.

Goth noticed that when he said, “Now it’s my turn,” Renée, avoiding the attendant’s gaze, moved her fingers strangely along the hem of her skirt.

Wang Dong narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that the time was nearly right—one more drink, and she would surely give in.

The gale blew wildly at his clothes and hair, yet he floated motionless in the air, utterly still.

Even in the Lingyuan Star, when Ye Chen had sparred with Long Li, he could sense it—now, Long Li’s might was surely more fearsome than many Nine-star Lords.

A mystic weapon is one that can withstand a True Qi Realm cultivator’s attack—superior to ordinary weapons, though still not as strong as a spiritual weapon, which can endure the blows of a Sea of Spirit cultivator.

At last, Gui Yongqing awarded the Order of Blue Sky and White Sun to Xu Guoren, Zhang Ruofei, Xu Haodong, and the other five.

While Hall was counting, Mark glanced at him in surprise, not expecting this fellow to be so domineering.

Fudan University’s jungler, the Blind Monk, showed remarkable patience. Though he had several opportunities to land a Q, he waited, watching for the AD and support to lure their opponents.

If he pushed too hard to restore his teammates’ confidence in this match, he would have to face Li Yuexin, who was already overwhelmingly equipped. As Qianmeng had said, the odds of simply adding another corpse were very high.

“Don’t talk nonsense! Michael was summoned here; after fulfilling his mission, he will return to Heaven and will not interfere in the world of men,” Gabriel said righteously.

Night Sacrifice was not discouraged; he moved the Town Sovereign upward, trying to see more clearly the object that resembled a ball.

When he and Li Yucai went searching for Chang Yuxin, they did not notice Long Man’s presence at all. Using his Fiery Eyes, he searched everywhere, but found neither Long Man nor the real Chang Yuxin.

Achilles ignited the black flame, slowly burning his body to ashes. The hero who had never known fear finally shed a single tear—not from fear of death, but from the helplessness and resignation he felt toward his fate.

Bai Xue was in utter confusion; he could only watch the dragon’s shadow fade into the distance before bending over, coughing violently. He did not know whether that youth was truly his shadow, nor did he understand how it could be so. More than that, he feared the boy might descend into darkness forever.