Chapter 108: Cheng Shi'an, the Protagonist of the Doomsday Novel, Eleanor the Bloodline, and Manju the Vampire

However, she did not reveal her thoughts, nor did she take any action.

Qiao Jia could sense that the space possessed by this apocalypse-novel heroine must be of a very high level, granting her some unique abilities. Even with Qiao Jia’s blind boxes, it would be difficult to obtain such a space; it was truly a hidden, rare item. She was, after all, the heroine of an apocalypse story.

Noticing Qiao Jia’s gaze, Cheng Shi'an felt quite strange. Why was this person looking at her with such an appreciative expression?

The next day, Li Xiao rose early and practiced his cultivation techniques on the balcony. Golden light flickered in his clairvoyant eyes, making him appear like a god or a demon. Having found no way to break the illusion, he realized only one path remained: to forcibly shatter this illusory realm with overwhelming spiritual power. Though it was a desperate measure, he could not bear being trapped in this eerie place any longer; it filled him with a deep sense of unease.

On the surface, Chuangtian Technology had been co-founded by Gu Yuan, Wu Leming, and Yan Kai, but Wu and Yan had only played a minor role at the company’s inception. Since then, Gu Yuan had managed everything single-handedly.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiao agreed without a moment’s hesitation. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and brought it crashing down upon the Hydra.

Lin Weizhong’s back suddenly hunched slightly, and the imposing aura of a superior vanished from him without a trace.

Any spiritual herb or rare material placed inside this Divine Wood Box would cease to emit its spiritual energy, thereby masking it from the detection of powerful cultivators and saving quite a bit of trouble.

If the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Palace refined by the Purple-Gold Imperial Clan had been incomplete before—barely reaching the Dao-tier and functioning more like a meditation hall or alchemy room than a true magical treasure, possessing only limited defensive and offensive capabilities—it had failed to live up to the prestige of a Dao-tier artifact.

However, Elder Xu reconsidered; the Heavy Tribulation Realm was not easily attained. Especially after reaching the Dao Palace Realm and beyond, progress required the accumulation of time, constant refinement, and steady growth to elevate one's power.

The Dharma manifestation transformed by the primordial spirit extended its hands and pressed them against the massive, black star.

"This is all thanks to Sister Jiaojiao; it has nothing to do with us." The coldness on Ling Xirou’s face had long since vanished, replaced by excitement and thrill.

At this moment, the giant python was completely wilted. Held in the air by the mysterious bird, it hung limp as if dead, not even struggling. In the blink of an eye, the bird tossed it down to play with it, slamming it against the ground before draining its vital essence and consuming it.

Fortunately, the heavens seemed to have heard her unwillingness to accept such a fate. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the year she transferred schools in her senior year of high school.

The core of the issue was that she felt she was no less capable than Ouyang Yi. Yet, after they started working, Ouyang Yi had used her appearance and ability to become a vice president of the company within just three years.

"Divine weapons are not always naturally formed. Most of the weapons remaining in the world today were forged by skilled craftsmen, provided they had high-quality raw materials," Mu Yunxiao replied, looking at the scattered bone fragments before him.

He then waved his hand in the air. Zhang Liang and Mu Qingkong, who had been following behind him, were surprised to find their bodies undergoing a transformation, with celestial light radiating from them.

After arriving, Wang Lixin saw the workers busy at their tasks and enthusiastically had his subordinates bring them drinks.

Seeing everyone beginning to look for solutions, Li En quickly pulled out his phone, opened his browser, and prepared to search for answers online.

Although Fang Kuan had not yet clearly seen the face of the person on horseback, the horse itself was enough to let him know it was Yang Miao-zhen, the General of the Dragon Martial Army.

Hearing their leader’s thunderous command, all the skeleton soldiers shuddered. Their frames rattled with excitement—a burning sensation of adrenaline they had not felt since the moment they died.

"You wretch, don't be so arrogant! When I return to the Wang family, I will make you pay! Everything I have suffered, I will return to you tenfold! Get down here! Why are you hiding in that carriage like a turtle?" Zheng Siying shrieked as she lunged forward, attempting to drag Xinyi out of the carriage.