Chapter 57 (Hard Drive 1): The Holy Grail

65 million years ago, in the solar system

Cynthia “died,” and her consciousness unexpectedly passed into the golden deer.

Venus, donning an oxygen mask, cradled Cynthia’s cold body and went to a sunlit hillside. After burying her beloved daughter, Venus listened to the cries of the young deer. Though slightly comforted, her sorrow remained unresolved. She had lost too much; it seemed nothing could be preserved. She could not keep the warm, peaceful fishing village, nor did she possess the power—

The Vajra avatar walked unhurriedly from the main hall entrance to the principal seat and settled down steadily. The vultures and mountain eagles had long been dealt with; not a trace of blood remained on the floor.

Aunt Hua, after all, could not bear to accept Mu Chen’s money, but since the matter had gone so far, she took it anyway.

Hot Spring moved with feather-light steps. She came to the wooden door she was about to cross and glanced at the emus in the side rooms. Their large, mascara-like eyes stared intently at her face, making her feel both nervous and flustered.

The melody paused for a moment, yet Yinuo insisted on finishing the last few notes. His calm action left the crowd watching in a moment of hesitation.

Father Li nodded, approval in his eyes. “All good schools, promising futures.” He looked across at Li Luchen, words on the tip of his tongue, but stopped short.

Having personally witnessed the cause and effect of the matter, Li Qing no longer lingered over Yun Ji.

This was even more cruel and merciless than slow torture, for Gu Feng continuously destroyed the man’s body and repeatedly restored it with the reversal of time.

Shen Zilu rubbed her hands, rocking uneasily back and forth. In Guan Zhengxing’s peripheral vision, she was like a hyperactive child unable to sit still.

Madam Jiang had no worry that Li Qing would use family possessions to subsidize her natal home. After finishing a bowl of brown rice porridge cooked in the morning, she tidied herself and went to Liu Dahuo’s house.

The fluctuation of copper prices directly affected the daily lives of the people of Dengzhou. This compelled Li Ye to pay close attention to the matter. A ten percent reduction in merchant profits would change little, but it might allow the common folk to enjoy a good year.

Speaking with eloquence, at this moment Duan Jinrui, though his brows and eyes still held a chill, could not conceal his soaring charisma. Zhuang Lijue watched him, unconsciously captivated.

When she turned back and saw Shen Xiao quietly standing by her side, she suddenly remembered that he had yet to give her a gift.

I was at a loss, staring blankly at the bracelet still glowing with violet light. The mechanism to activate the temporal rift was inside the amethyst, but no one here knew how to fix it. If, after four years, she truly couldn’t return, I would stay here with her.

At that moment, I was delighted by Lady Ru’s attire, the smile on my face caught by him before I could hide it. I hurriedly masked it with a cough and shifted my gaze elsewhere.

“It’s all my fault, turned him into a fool while treating his illness.” Zhang San and the others clutched their stomachs, laughing uproariously.

“I have already given you a way out, but you insist on seeking your own doom. Don’t blame me for being ruthless.” As Prince Xiaoyao spoke, the crowd began slowly surrounding her.

The two met only for a moment. Abiao’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and he collapsed to the ground.

Sensing the powerful surge from within the pit, the shadowy figure’s gaze grew darker. Gritting his teeth, he seemed poised to make a decision.

He himself cared little for this hollow reputation, but accepting it would disgrace the Heart Palace. After all, he was now integrated into the Heart Palace, his conduct carrying its dignity.

Shen Fei shouted and was the first to strike, raising his sword. Sword light rained down, launching a fierce attack on Yong Xunkong.

“Haha, die!” Xuanji grasped his war halberd with both hands, his aura rising yet again. There was an unmistakable presence—a king overlooking prodigies. All the surrounding experts involuntarily felt a wave of dread. This aura was a clear sign that he had half-stepped into the Daoist Grandmaster’s realm, mastering a trace of the Grandmaster’s presence.