Let us talk.

Many masters of the Great Dao Realm had gathered here. As the Hour of Shen drew closer, they cast their gazes toward the rankings from time to time.

Han Ge couldn't help but admire Su Qin. Despite being at an obvious disadvantage, she had managed to poach Fang Ruoxing. He wondered what methods she had used.

His eldest nephew had lost his parents at a very young age. Perhaps because of this, his father, Lian Lin, had indulged him excessively, fostering an eccentric, capricious, and lawless temperament.

"Very well." With that, Chen Mu turned and flew back toward the courtyard. Zeng Yushan's expression remained unchanged as he closely followed him inside.

She possessed neither the authority nor the standing to make choices on behalf of those ordinary survivors. After all, one man's meat is another man's poison.

Zhang Xiao recalled that the main hall of the Wild Goose Pagoda—the Yanxiang Hall—along with the left and right wing halls, and even the entire foundation, seemed to be constructed from an unknown material resembling cloud marble yet possessing the steel-like qualities of fine gold and black mother-ore. Harder than tempered steel, it was virtually impossible to carve through.

He took a deep breath and answered the call. After the principal gave a few brief instructions in a low voice, a look of wild joy instantly appeared on Wang泽's normally composed face. Once the communication ended, Wang泽 shared the news he had received from the principal with Yin Chenjiu and the others.

He had originally thought there were at most two or three hundred countries, but to his surprise, there were actually nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Yang Kang's words might have deceived Guo Jing, but they couldn't fool Ye Wan'er. Ye Wan'er cast a strange glance at Yang Kang, wondering what trick this fellow was up to. During the rest of the conversation, Yang Kang was somewhat absent-minded, his mind constantly preoccupied with the question of Guo Jing's internal energy.

As Zhang Xiao made his move, a pitch-black blade aura spread forth from the Evil-Shedding Saber, cleaving downward toward the Crouching Dragon Tripod.

"I'm a worldly person? And you aren't? Stingy to a fault when it comes to money." Chen Dagao hugged his wine bottle in a huff, sat down on the chair at the very back, and brooded in silence.

A sudden wave of burning, foul stench assaulted the air, followed by several fiery dragons continuously devouring the venomous spiders.

With him around, the house was full of life and warmth. Without him, even the sound of a voice would echo back; it was simply too quiet, inevitably making one's mind wander into wild fantasies.

This included the precise reason why Hong Siyao had entered his estate to become a cook, how she had aroused his suspicions, and how he had investigated her unusual background. He had discovered that not only was she the descendant of a criminal official, but she was also entangled with the rebels of the Hong Gate, even secretly meeting with them on multiple occasions to exchange intelligence, seemingly harboring ulterior motives.

Seeing that Xiao Yan was about to move into the Picking Fragrance Hall, although Ziwei felt deeply reluctant to part with her, she also knew that imperial decrees could not be disobeyed, and could only hold Xiao Yan's hand in a tearful farewell.

Having packed everything up, Wu Li asked, "Why don't you all come eat together? I'll have to trouble you to look after my master." Wu Li spoke very politely, though he knew full well that his master didn't actually need anyone's care, going through the motions was still necessary.

Without a second thought, she pushed open the room door, where three pairs of eyes turned to look at her simultaneously.

"I said before, I have no intention of restoring the nation. I know that your bitter perseverance over the past six years is largely due to your desire to enthrone me so I could make a comeback and rebuild the great Yin Dynasty. But Heizis, have you seen clearly? Are the common people living well nowadays? How does Qi compare to Yin?" Lin Mubai asked.

"It's fine, I'll keep an eye on the office more often, and I'll keep the place clean and tidy." Qin Zhan's eyes seemed capable of piercing through the illusions of the world.

After finishing her sentence, Shu Ning went into her room first. Realizing she hadn't escaped the final hurdle after all, Qu Xiaoxiao's face instantly fell. She made faces and blinked frantically at Qu Weien for help, but Qu Weien just smiled and shrugged, signaling his helplessness. After making claws and faces at Qu Weien, Qu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to follow Shu Ning into the room silently.

"An am—!" The weakest cultivator among the Heavenly Gate members barely managed to cry out before being struck by a sword qi. A pillar of blood spurted from his chest, and it was obvious he could not survive.

"Grandpa, do you still need anything?" Qin Zaixi had remained behind after the meeting, waiting quietly in the corner of the tent with his head drooped and a heavily preoccupied expression.

"No," she stammered, hurriedly lowering her head and flatly denying it. Her hands behind her back gripped even tighter. *Heaven preserve me, I hope Aunt Jin didn't notice anything.*

Time flew by in a blur, and this routine continued for over a month. Throughout this month, the entire training camp remained calm and peaceful. Everyone seemed to be quietly and diligently cultivating on their own, with nothing unusual occurring.

"No way! Murong Hei has just been eliminated, and public morale is scattered. To avoid any unnecessary accidents, I must go with you!" Ming Yao immediately objected.

"Eh? Two attributes? Then how did it turn into six attributes? Could it be that it can manifest other attributes?" Diya asked in astonishment, opening her eyes wide as she looked at the White珑玲 beast in her hand.

"Stop trying to change the subject. You're a child born from your mother's womb—is there anything you think that I wouldn't know?" Her mother pressed on relentlessly, clearly intending to get to the bottom of it.

Meanwhile, high above the forest, two figures—one tall and one short—were flying slowly through the air. The domain power radiating from them completely neutralized the power of natural laws, allowing them to stand freely in mid-air as if they were standing firmly on the ground.

The fleet sailed majestically toward the dock, their massive sails blotting out the sky. The fishermen on the dock were startled at the sight of the huge vessels approaching, but too intimidated to draw close, they pointed at the ships and whispered among themselves.

"The gravitational pull of the Great Freedom Heaven is truly immense. We've been flying for two days and have only covered this little distance." Zhang Fan surveyed his surroundings. The terrain was that of a barren Gobi desert, stretching as far as the eye could see in boundless desolation, as if only a single, monotonous color remained between heaven and earth.

"Did Ye Zheng send you here?" Every time she saw him, he wore that perfectly measured smile—neither a fraction too wide nor too narrow—which left Tang Tang feeling neither overly close nor distant.