Volume 1, Chapter 61: Reckoning!

At that moment, Ye Huan also logged out of the forum. He poured himself a cup of tea and then picked up some freshly washed fruit to eat. Massaging his temples, he found the fans on the Wish Forum simply too enthusiastic, overwhelming him with a constant stream of comments and messages that he struggled to handle.

In this realm, there were no towering ancient trees, let alone lush green forests, nor was there any alternation between day and night.

"Spare my life, senior! We were blind and failed to recognize a superior being," pleaded the flying magical beast that had just fished Ye Huan out of the swamp, speaking with surprising human-like remorse.

Suddenly, an overwhelming torrent surged from Su Ye as if a dam had burst. It was a terrifyingly immense divine power of the Dao Source, reaching nearly the peak of the Second-Life-Mark Demon God. Combined with the simultaneous eruption of a deeply hidden bloody murderous radiance no weaker than a First-Life-Mark Demon God, the two forces merged into a monstrous momentum.

However, just as the shroud—which had previously trapped Ye Huan within its demonic bounds—was torn open by him, it unexpectedly activated the artifact spirit within the Reincarnation Garment. Instantly, a flash of blood-red light erupted from the shroud, binding Ye Huan tightly in the blink of an eye.

Who knew where the millennia-old tree spirit found the confidence to be so certain that Su Jingjing would alter Yilin's resolution.

Whether Su Ye truly possessed the destiny of a Celestial Master and the potential of a future saint was something Lu Shuangxuan did not know; she only knew that she desperately wanted to beat him up right now. She wanted so, so, so much to pin Su Ye to the ground and give him a thorough thrashing. How could this damned scoundrel be so thick-skinned?

Before his curses could be fully uttered, however, he heard Qianmian's cold voice, laden with murderous intent, "Maka, are you fucking tired of living?"

"Hahaha... Teacher, you're actually blushing and hiding behind Teacher Qin. Stop pretending and let me have a hug to calm my wildly fluctuating emotions!" With a hearty laugh, Long Teng lunged toward Yilin once more.

Muzi deserved immense credit for surviving this brush with death; had Muzi not broken into his bedroom, he would have been long dead by the time anyone noticed the next day.

He looked straight into my eyes, and I saw a cold, unfamiliar, yet intensely captivating glare within them. I suppose he remained extremely wary of those who kept their eyes on him, didn't he?

Following a muffled thud, he felt his stomach churn violently, his entire body convulsing in pain as he collapsed helplessly to his knees.

Running a hand through his hair, he grabbed the stove poker and strode toward the front door just as it swung open, letting in a gust of cold wind. It was Ou Zhenhai, carrying a bag and bringing a draft of cold air in with him.

Just as Lin Yang was thinking of finding a bar to pass the boring time while waiting, his Nokia rang once again.

Unlike elemental energies such as gold, water, wood, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, this was a momentum belonging to the realm of the mind.

The phantom of the green mulberry tree behind Li Qingsang suddenly ceased to look illusory; it now appeared just like a real green mulberry tree existing in reality, lush and verdant, radiating a powerful aura of vitality.

A deafening roar echoed through the valley as Gan Jiao VII landed squarely and precisely in the dead center of the demonic meteor.

A glint of excitement flickered within Qingxuan's cold eyes, a sight that invariably boded ill for others, for whoever managed to excite this young lady was bound to meet misfortune. Mo Fei still remembered how she had once nearly frightened the venerable Madam Yuding to death.

Beigong Yue wore a sour expression, glaring fixedly at Yuan Qijun as if the latter were harboring a blood feud against him.

He began inspecting the vehicles starting from the one closest to him—a modified Nissan. Oconnell popped open the hood, took a quick look, and slammed it shut again.

This storm of spiritual power was formed by the river of memories contained within the Earth Bead, which held countless memories of myriad living beings spanning tens of thousands of miles across the Eastern Victory Divine Continent. Being swept into it could easily shatter Gumo's soul traces and memories.

Just as Elder Jiuhua was about to make a move against Wu Zongren and the others, Wu Lei's figure abruptly materialized once again.

After a few minutes, Yan Song finally regained consciousness. Sha Luobi used his spiritual sense to examine the youth's physical condition; although the injuries remained severe, they were no longer life-threatening, allowing Sha Luobi and Shen Qing to finally set their minds at ease.

Who was unaware that the Martial Pacification Saint Lord Mo Chongming was a merciless deity who killed without blinking, employing methods far more ruthless than those of Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li and his son? To fall into his hands meant certain death without a trace of hope.

Countless members of the Purgatory Asura were utterly shocked, refusing to believe the very words echoing in their ears.

Inside the graveyard stood a towering giant robot with a striking red-and-blue exterior and a robust physique—none other than the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime.

That final exclamation was delivered at the top of his lungs. Xing Shazhen, having just been pulled behind Ninth Grandpa so he no longer had to endure Dongfang Li's naked stare, was wondering what on earth had happened over the past couple of days to attract such persistent scrutiny, only for that voice to shout out once again.

This meditation session lasted all the way until noon on the day of the grand birthday. Tidying himself up in a rush, Ye Tian stepped out of the door.

Yet the lingering soul of the Death-Nether Ancestor had not accepted all those bloodline sacrifices for nothing, and it immediately launched a counterattack.

This complete victory over Chihuo would mark the beginning of his thorough subjugation of the Red Feather Clan tonight; he intended to strip the Red Feather Clan of all their dignity and send them back empty-handed.

Suddenly, the pointer slowed down, decelerating more and more. Slowly, ever so slowly, it glided past the vast area designated for consumable items.

Furthermore, Colby reported directly to Adam, with Stewart merely serving a supervisory and supportive role.

He rolled over slightly onto his side to recline on the stone bed within the water, propping his head with one hand while the other playfully scooped and toyed with the lake water.

They were the team leaders for this round of examinations at the Xuan Sect, each harboring a deep desire for the disciples from their respective counties to bring honor home.

Unbeknownst to anyone, deep inside a certain Tokyo apartment, the conversation between Conan and Asaba was being overheard word for word by a solitary figure.

Amidst his agonizing screams, the white-haired man was struck to the ground by a violent surge of force, instantly snuffing out his life.

Hearing Qu Qingyu's words, Sheng Nanping's expression turned gloomy and cold, his large hands clenching tightly into fists as he desperately fought to suppress the fury raging within his heart.

"No, I can't bear to let it go yet!" General Xiao said, his condition slightly improved, though his body still swayed a little.

As for future strategies, could forage crops always rely entirely on foreign supplies? The Ministry of Agriculture's proposal was to transition grain production toward feed production—shifting subsidies previously allocated for rice toward corn and soybeans instead.