Volume 1, Chapter 32: An Old Bastard?

The location Guyue chose was, to be precise, on a large island outside the human isolation zone. It was overgrown with spiritual flora, had long remained untrodden by humans, and was home to various wild, unrefined beasts. One could hear their cries from afar, making it a truly excellent place for cultivation.

Olaf was a tremendously powerful cultivator from the Freljord. Once, after a master of divination foretold that he would die a peaceful death, he refused to bow to fate. Unwilling to accept such a cowardly end, he embarked on a most extraordinary path.

Gu Zeqiang raised his hand, draping his long arm over Du Chunhua’s shoulder, and half-pushed her back toward the Gu residence; he still had matters to inquire about in private.

"Get out of here!" Lan Hua shouted a warning, leading those who had already reclaimed their bodies as they rushed out of the perimeter of the Ascension Platform.

Guyue’s mouth twitched. It was obvious the person had been frightened into a faint. "What now? Should we send them directly back to that plane?" Or perhaps it would be easier to just finish them off?

Upon sensing the arrival of Demon Emperor Qisan, Demon Venerables Yangshan and Yinhe both pinned their hopes entirely on him.

Yuan Meng was in the hospital room chatting happily with Yuan Chonghuan. When she saw Chen Zhan walk in, her eyes immediately shifted to him, her face filled with undisguised joy.

Lei Lei’s desire to express her gratitude transformed into a roll of her eyes. Reluctantly, she saw Yang Linglan and Lei Chengtian off to the border between the Lower and Upper Immortal Realms. Only when she saw the two of them enveloped in a pale green light and vanishing from sight did she finally believe they were truly leaving the Upper Immortal Realm.

"Let’s go back first!" Shen Ying said in a deep voice. She turned and tapped the air, and a rift instantly tore open beside them, through which the familiar furnishings of their room could be faintly glimpsed.

"You’re courting death!" The young man in black athletic wear, seeing his companion thrown to the ground, flew into a rage. With a sudden lunge, he threw a punch directly at the middle-aged man.

A giant hammer forged of solid spiritual consciousness, controlled by Su Mu’s intent, instantly smashed into his opponent’s head. As the overwhelming, ravaging force invaded the other’s mind, it caused a brief moment of distraction, shattering his consciousness in an instant. The countless memories within his mind were torn apart, turning into dust.

Suanian was still being dragged by that menacing man. It was unclear what he had negotiated with Huangmao, but they had actually let her go.

As death approached, the sense of helplessness made Su Mu feel like a drowning man. No matter how he cried for help or struggled, it was in vain. Watching the soul of the cultivator in his mind transform into a giant maw, constantly devouring his body, Su Mu was terrified to his core.

Qiu Xuan did not tell Winnie that he possessed a jade pendant, and naturally, Winnie remained unaware that Qiu Xuan carried an identical one.

Under the influence of this world-shattering, destructive power, a massive, sunken crater lay in the center of the Blood-Nether Forbidden Land, right in the heart of the Celestial Graveyard.

Watching Li Mingxue shake her head, Su Mu didn't mind. He summoned another medicinal pill from his storage ring and consumed it. After several hours of healing, the blood from his wounds had already congealed. If he had possessed a high-grade pill, the wounds would likely have scabbed over and recovered significantly by now.

Qin Mucheng’s voice was very gentle; washed by the rain, he appeared exceptionally soft. His forehead was burning, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, yet his strength remained astonishing. An Nianchu could not pry his hands away no matter how hard she tried.

She looked at Mother An and nodded with a smile. Although she was not particularly fond of An Xinyan, she felt a certain affection for Mother An. Mother An allowed her to experience what it felt like to have a mother, but she was not her biological mother, and she could never bring herself to call her "Mom."

A massive damage figure of 9.7 million erupted from the Long-Billed Magic Duck King. Yun Guo had landed a critical hit, depleting forty percent of the creature's health.

As for the arrogant, adolescent bravado of "don't bully the poor in their youth" or the idea that "the river flows east for thirty years and west for thirty years," he had long since abandoned it.

After twenty years of exile, Long Yiran’s mind was still as sharp as lightning, but now he could conceal all his thoughts into invisibility. His poker face hid secrets and emotions unknown to others; no one could see through him.

"Very well. When she decides to leave, we shall follow her. Once we find her nest, we can strike!" Lian Sheng decided.

"Haha, very well. I have never chatted so happily. Let us continue tomorrow," Lian Sheng laughed.

The figure, opening his right eye, thrust the Mo Xie sword into an otherworldly soldier, pushing him into the crowd. With his other hand, he swung his sword violently, the Gan Jiang blade severing the incoming spear along with an entire arm.

Then, the world shattered. Molten lava was everywhere, and scorching currents rolled in. Suddenly, a massive wave of lava surged toward Lin Yu.

Indeed, no matter how strong this Murong Zhenyun was, he was ultimately only a hero among mortals; it was impossible for him to be more formidable than Old Man Liu, right?

However, before long, the Taotie did indeed sense a familiar aura emanating from Su Yi.