Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all living beings ought to be equal.

This is perhaps the cruelest joke in the world.

Had they never witnessed a different scenery in this world, they might have remained content with the status quo, deceiving themselves into believing that the world was simply meant to be this way.

Yet, having seen another way of life, how could they possibly die so "willingly"?

Even mere ants desire to live.

Xia Huanjiao watched those mortal women, struggling desperately to break free from the shackles around them, trying to grasp the hems of the cultivators' skirts.

He was simply accustomed to being frightened; the places Dian Feng had visited that were related to emperors and immortals had rarely brought about anything good thus far.

The grand picture spoken of by Zhang Chang was something Jin Yuanan understood, and Li Jingqing could naturally guess a fair bit of it as well. The so-called grand picture referred to the establishment of the palace and the enfeoffment of kings.

However, for Luo Hao today, he must obtain this ancient battle puppet, and he would stop at nothing to do so.

Throughout the ages, there were probably fewer than ten cultivators who managed to attain the realm of Emperor before the age of one hundred. Of course, achieving emperorship earlier did not necessarily mean being stronger; it merely indicated superior comprehension and fortune.

Therefore, the fatty decided to unleash his full strength right from the start, letting everyone see that he was the Mad God, that madness was his very essence, that he was madness itself, and madness was him.

If these professional gamers could figure this out, their strength would certainly advance to the next level. If they could not, it would still serve as a valuable experience; should they have the ability to step into the brain-domain realm in the future, this would be an invaluable asset to them.

Ma Chaofeng nodded, his gaze immediately shifting toward Chai Jie and the others, his figure vanishing from the spot in a flash.

Since the one just now certainly did not belong to the category of the strong, he needed to determine whether that person fell among the weak.

Bing Hanxue ran back to her room, opened her luggage, and took out several items.

The room was as silent as death, and time seemed to freeze at that terrifying moment, refusing to move forward. I was trapped deep within the whirlpool of fear, unable to extricate myself.

"If you want to make peace with those old fogies in the imperial court, will you be selecting consorts in the future?" Su Qingyuan glared at him.

Furthermore, a pill medallion did not represent membership in the Alchemist Association. Every member of the Alchemist Association possessed an exclusive identity token, much like those of various sects; the pill medallion merely denoted one's level in the Dao of alchemy.

Upon arriving at the set, Su Mu stepped directly out of the car and strode in long, purposeful steps toward the director.

"There is no doubt left now. Ling Qiaoer is indeed a plant of Baili Liangju placed by your side," Su Qingyuan said to Lu Li.

"Come here." Seeing that she had stopped speaking, Su Mu directly reached out a large hand, pulled her unceremoniously into his embrace, and immediately began untying the frog buttons on her clothes.

Speaking of which, the existence of that mysterious faction, Heavenly Palace, was a secret to many people who had no idea such a terrifying organization existed. However, to the major factions, this was no secret at all, though their understanding of Heavenly Palace's forces remained rather limited.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Hu Xue watched as Ye Lingyuan walked in her direction and waved at her.

His terrifying spiritual power mobilized the immensely vast vital blood within his body, transforming it into towering waves that stirred up layer after layer of surging billows inside him.

In that second, she felt as though she were floating on a tumultuous ocean, letting the waves wash over her again and again, while she remained drowsy and dazed, drifting up and down with the water.

Meanwhile, the old Daoist priest Wang Zhe glanced at Qin Yibai, then at his precious disciple, glaring back and forth with bulging eyes in suppressed anger. Guiguzi and Mozi, however, looked at Wang Zhe's appearance and exchanged chuckles behind their backs, which only fueled Wang Zhe's lingering fury.

Peng Yun remained deeply skeptical and said, "Fine, I won't ask. But what do you want to get from us? As you know, we are very poor here, and I'm afraid we cannot afford what you ask for."

The Thunder Clan promised that as long as he obeyed their arrangements and competed against the Thunder Clan's genius, they would activate the ancient teleportation array to help him return to the human race.