Chapter 23

"It's alright. Just being with you for this long has already made me very happy," Zhao Ying said with a smile.

"Emptiness, emptiness, emptiness! All fate is emptiness! Everything is emptiness," Yun He muttered as he pulled Shi Jian along, ignoring them entirely as he walked past. Having completed the plot, he no longer cared about their eventual fates; all of it had nothing to do with him anymore.

Although the hallway was filled with white smoke, unlike the solid particles caused by a fire, this white mist felt completely benign to smell; instead, it made one's body feel incredibly relaxed.

As soon as the call connected, Old Peng began showering Lin Feng with elaborate praise, babbling on with such enthusiasm that it took a full minute for him to finally settle down.

Yet, he never expected that one day he would receive an invitation from that mysterious organization, much like a summons from the Main God Space. Upon receiving it, Mu Chen abandoned everything he once possessed without a moment's hesitation.

Breaking through to the Earth Sovereign realm was extremely difficult, even for Mu Chen. Most importantly, if he were to breakthrough, he would be unable to enter the Ancient Heavenly Palace, so he had held back his advancement all this time.

Because Ye Chen had reached the eighth level of the Dark River Heart Technique, his martial arts had reached a new level of refinement. Practicing the techniques recorded in the War God's Record—a secret art of the Ethereal Sect—had become effortless for him.

"Hah, if you were truly 'at your own disposal,' you wouldn't have dodged just now!" Esdeath left these words behind before turning and walking away, choosing not to deal a lethal blow to Aokiji.

Seeing the Mohe people lower their stance so significantly, Jieli and Bi Xuan finally looked a bit more pleased.

That seemed to be the case. Mu Qiu knew it was getting late, and the fellow beside him was already growing restless.

"Brother Sikong, do you know about that magazine?" Sitting on the bed, Yu Yun asked.

Ye Zitong felt a few seconds of tension at his sudden appearance, but upon realizing it was just a chance encounter while eating, she immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Li Yaotian seemed to hear Su Mo's inner thoughts; he turned his head to look at her, causing Su Mo to avert her gaze involuntarily. He shouldn't know what I'm thinking. No matter how she looked at it, she felt a bit guilty.

Only those who possess innate talent understand how important the "innate omens" produced during the ascension to the Innate Realm truly are. In some respects, these omens are the standard by which the strength of an Innate existence is determined.

Hearing Ji Ling's voice from the other end of the line, Father Ji remembered he hadn't hung up yet. He immediately grabbed the phone and, without giving her a chance to speak, launched into a harsh scolding.

Within the golden lightning resided a vast amount of Yang energy, which surged directly into Chen Ze's primordial spirit, cleansing it of its inherent Yin nature.

"It was merely a task within my power. I am fortunate that the Chief does not mind my crude craftsmanship..." Ning Yue offered a faint smile to Xiang Xiaoyan and replied softly.

Almost instinctively, people began sprinting toward the Fallen Guild. Regardless of their strength or whether they could complete the mission, they could not suppress their curiosity to see what the content of a Hell-level mission truly was.

Hearing the head constable's words, An Ruiqi and Mo Niancong both recalled the strangely shaped hidden weapon obtained from Consort Rong's uncle—the one belonging to the Secret Guard. They exchanged glances and remained silent. It couldn't be the Emperor; he had no reason to kill Duan Ming, did he? An Ruiqi watched Duan Nantian silently, feeling deeply unsettled.

Looking around, Chen Ze realized this was a teleportation array located in a mountain valley, naturally with no guards stationed nearby.

In the end, unable to come up with any particularly good solutions, Xiao Mo shook his head and returned to the affairs of Xiao Village. Although the village was small and not heavily populated, there were still plenty of matters that needed addressing.

"Rest assured, Saint Feather Wolf Emperor. I will accompany you this time, but I will only intercept those of equal standing. The younger generation must be left to the two attendants to handle themselves." Just then, a cold voice drifted in, one that even the star array of the grand hall could not block.

Suddenly, Ding Yuhan received a call from the military instructor. Looking at the screen displaying the word "Instructor," she couldn't tell if this was the long-awaited good news or the disaster she had always feared. The message from this call could only be one of two things: Wang Feng, whether he was well or not.

Seeing that his son hadn't mentioned anything about repairing the house, Long Zuhai quickly put down his bowl and chased after him.

Cui Bin drove into the area and asked a local family, only to find that the situation matched his conjecture: all the young people had left, leaving only the elderly behind.

Han Xi returned without explaining the situation to Cui Bin, wanting to investigate what kind of background the other party had.

"Brother, you know that Director Cui is currently staying in the company dormitory, and I don't think the conditions are very good. Actually, he could stay at my place for a while, but I'm just worried about the implications," Qu Yan added.

Having used his psychokinesis several times, Han Xiao had already felt the strain during his battle with Yao He and Lang Hao. After a night of intense fighting, he was utterly exhausted, and now he was sustaining himself entirely through sheer willpower.