Chapter 23

Yet, that tiny gap remained, a chasm as vast as the heavens, keeping it from ever crossing that final threshold.

"I love you too, so you won’t oppose me anymore, right?" Ke Xixi raised her head from Jing Tianchen’s embrace, tilting it playfully.

She then gathered her emergency silver needles, gauze, ointment, and the medicinal pills given to her by Yun Qingyan.

As the sky dimmed, the motorcade arriving to escort Hassana pulled up before them. They boarded the vehicles and headed straight for the territory controlled by the Fenide people.

Li Ziyu went straight to the menswear department, selecting several shirts that were easy to style and buying matching ties. Looking at the clothes she had meticulously chosen, a beautiful smile graced her face.

Scrambling to pull on the clothes, she wrapped her head in a scarf, leaving only her eyes visible; her face was certainly unrecognizable now.

Han Yin touched his nose awkwardly. He found that when Yao Jia disguised herself as him, she was quite lively. At the very least, she laughed whenever she felt like it, and the cold indifference he had once seen was nowhere to be found.

Here, since entering the war zone, Qiyu had seen no light at all, save for a fleeting glimpse of the radiance from the Haoyang Tree.

Subsequently, Ning Yi noted that the man’s elegant and refined temperament gave his features a profound charm.

After settling in, Ling Moyu went out alone to stroll through the streets. He observed that the once scarred and battered roads had been renovated, and the people on the streets no longer wore the fear and tension of the past; their pace was noticeably more relaxed.

"Sir, you are playing with me, aren't you?" Feng Wuque was caught between laughter and tears, sensing the same psychological shift as the Wealth Immortal King.

Viscount Linfeng and the old man simultaneously produced branches covered in magical runes and snapped them, sending out a rapid, powerful ripple that reached their family directly.

After failing three times, Liu Yiyu finally grasped the trick, ensuring the popcorn wouldn't burn.

The others also raised their internal energy, clearly ready to turn the world upside down at the slightest provocation.

Qin Meng clutched a handful of sand, his terror now outweighing his anger, but his body was so severely wounded that he could only breathe heavily.

"Big sister, fourth sister, you’ve returned! You worried Mother to death." Seeing that they had all returned, Mother Liu hugged Liu Yiyu and the fourth sister, crying and laughing at once.

Fortunately, the requirements for seedling cultivation were not as high as those for other greenhouse vegetables; as long as the temperature and humidity were met, the seeds would sprout.

There were only a few temples in the entire Undead Empire. Koromoqi was determined to possess the elderly Rhinian visible on the light screen, not only to leverage its influence to control this planet but also to uncover the secrets of its faith.

In the past, Qiu Yingyao would always use her noble status to suppress her. Although she never gained the upper hand, it was enough to make Hong Xiu feel utterly disgusted. Now that she had leverage, she naturally wanted to take every opportunity to retort.

Under the shocked gazes of police, reporters, and citizens, a figure leaped from the edge of the rooftop. Striking a flying pose, he swung like Tarzan, as if grabbing a rope, and hurled his entire body toward the helicopter.

The Lingxi Fruit was miraculous indeed, but it truly wasn't worth offending the Twelve Mingli Palaces over it. Running into people from the Twelve Mingli Palaces this time could only be blamed on their bad luck.

Just a moment ago, the sky had been filled with figures, many still scrambling for the various Desert Purple Tide plants falling from mid-air. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the surroundings were already filled with flying swords and escaping flying boats.

Lightning coursed through his body, and amidst the sound of electric shocks, the ice silk beneath Chen Xi’s feet was severed.

"Li Qianwen, you vixen, you really have no shame! Coming to see Officer Li in the middle of the night—what are you trying to do?" Luo Bozhi’s face darkened as she rebuked her.

His gaze narrowed, fixed upon Chen Yingluo. Having long since stepped into the Heavenly Pass of the Imperial Palace, he now possessed a vast amount of soul power; if Chen Yingluo’s cultivation level were a disguise, it would never have escaped his notice.

Although Yu Qingqing’s tone was perfectly normal and lacked any hint of strangeness, it still made the guilty Yu Bin tremble in his heart.

Thinking that Li Yuanchen was about to head toward the Second Quadrant Origin, she felt an inexplicable sense of trepidation. Just a moment ago, when she saw Luo Qingluan, many more memories had surfaced in her mind.

Upon arriving at the clear bar, Yi Xingluo surveyed the environment; it was quite good—elegant, quiet, and comfortable, perfect for a gathering of friends.

Li Yuanchen had come alone, not even wearing his soul construct, which clearly showed he knew nothing about the Spirit-Dissolving Land of the Molten Realm. Now that Sima Wei had spoken so bluntly, Li Yuanchen would undoubtedly be on guard.

Su Lixuan was lost in thought, his gaze meticulously scanning the room. Where, exactly, were the signs of life that he could not see but knew existed?

Yet, no one would think him physically impaired or anything of the sort just because he had lost a leg. Able to become the captain of the Jinling survivor camp with a broken body and even serve as a diplomat for trade, he would never be limited by his leg.

"Hmph, trying to pull the same trick as me?" He Mo sneered. Looking across the entire Black Dragon Kingdom, his strength among the Profound Martial Realm experts was second only to the King.