Chapter 39

Once all the Buddha light had been absorbed into the body of the black dragon, the giant creature circled in the air. With a powerful twist, it soared upward, flipped, and then dove headfirst toward the sword formation below. It unleashed a roar so vast and resonant it sounded as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting asunder.

Having spoken at length, Ning Yi felt a bit thirsty. He glanced at the coffee table, stood up, and went to the kitchen to retrieve two drinks from the refrigerator. He handed Taeyeon a bottle of blueberry juice and downed half a bottle of iced black tea himself. Smacking his lips, he continued to explain to Taeyeon the terms he had negotiated with Lee Soo-man.

Watching the Master of Time and Space struggle with his indecision, Taotie remained silent, observing him with a calm expression.

Fully activating his Ghoul physique, Jin Tae-hyun sprouted a long white tail from behind. Adjusting his posture in mid-air, he angled his body.

In the distance, the green mountains were veiled in mist, appearing dreamlike, ethereal, and indistinct. Nearby, lotus leaves overlapped like umbrellas, with several delicate lotus flowers rising from among them, scattered in varying heights and patterns. Willow branches drifted into the scene from an unknown source, and two dragonflies chased each other low over the water, appearing as if they might land on a lotus tip at any moment, or perhaps fly away into the distance.

"No problem. I'll arrange a plane to take you back. You know where the tarmac is, right? Just go there and register yourself," Duan Yihui replied.

Xiao Yun had no choice but to part ways with Ning Yi at the transfer airport, looking quite aggrieved, while Ning Yi flew to Seoul in high spirits. The grand surprise he had been planning for so long was about to be put into action. He wondered what expression Taeyeon would have; Ning Yi looked forward to it with great anticipation.

Although Zixia did not know what these blood mists or the faint, sanguine quicksand flowing within them were, nor did she understand what was so strange about them, her innate vigilance warned her of a lingering sense of danger.

Logically, two individuals with water-attribute abilities could coordinate their cultivation to achieve twice the result with half the effort. It was much like the time the secondary personality spent in the underground region of Japan "dual cultivating" with Minako; their evils complemented each other, and their cultivation speed became exceptionally rapid.

The fourth prefect sent to the Northern Border Province truly failed to last more than three months. This time, the reason was even more speechless: the septuagenarian official could not endure the hardships of the Northern Desert. After taking office, he barely managed to accomplish a few flashy political achievements before he had to submit his resignation due to failing health.

"Master guarded the formation for sixty years and has long since become one with the Bagua formation. It was Master who helped them purify their souls, allowing them to be reincarnated," Bai Qiao said, her eyes filled with tears.

Jimo stopped paying attention to the monk. Wielding the Heart-Questioning Halberd, he unleashed profound techniques that stirred the very space around them. Though his fists were powerful enough to shatter magical artifacts, he could not break the barrier the monk had erected.

Back then, she didn't know how much resolve she had summoned to thrust that sword. It was only by fueling herself with that surge of fury and hatred that she had managed it. Now, let alone thrusting the same sword again, she didn't even have the courage to pick it up if it were placed in her hands.

This period of seclusion lasted over a decade. Zhai Yiming truly broke through, but after doing so, he only had a hurried meeting with Mo Zhezhe before entering seclusion again to stabilize his cultivation, which took another few years. When added to the time he spent undergoing the Sect Master's trials and assisting Tai Sheng with odd jobs... when tallied up, it was truly over seventy years.

In the blink of an eye, dusk had arrived. Old Mo still sat in his rocking chair, his face looking much more haggard. No matter how powerful he had been in the past, there were some things he could not control. He had long realized that Jimo did not want to wake up. He did not know what Jimo was dreaming of that made him prefer to remain in his dreams rather than live in reality.

Compared to her neighbors, Ji Anning's personality appeared somewhat cold and detached. However, after interacting with them for a long time, the neighbors instead began to feel that she was someone worth knowing.

Who was Pei Jian? In his prime, he was a formidable general, fierce and ruthless on the battlefield, making others tremble at the mere mention of his name. Yet now, he had ended up in such a state. Let alone Lu Hong, surely many others would never have imagined such an outcome.

From their perspective, the process of Lin Wushuang and his two companions investigating the secret of the Undying Imperial Body had been very smooth. Even at the Gutu River, it was the three of them who had made the discovery first. Now that they had arrived here, it was them again. In the eyes of the Ghost-Spirit King, the probability of these three obtaining the secret of the Undying Imperial Body was quite high.

Lin Deqing's crystal-clear hair seemed covered in a thin, luminous film, draped smoothly across her lap, clearly well-maintained with daily care. Dede gently helped Lin Deqing coil her long hair.

But if one were to go by the barriers of the Holy Mountain, it should be impossible for a monster as powerful as him to walk out of the mountain. Yet why did he speak as he did? Could it be that for the sake of revenge, he was truly willing to sacrifice his thousand years of cultivation?

Neji directly activated his Byakugan. Nearby were Yagura and Yugao, the latter originally from the Anbu of the Hidden Sand.

The last time this door was opened, the sight of empty space had hollowed him out; things that were supposed to be shared without distinction were piled ruthlessly in the corner.

"Red-braised pork, twice-cooked pork..." Lin Deqing picked the most meat-heavy dishes in the restaurant. She opened her appetite, using the oily food to clear her parched throat with large, hearty bites.

A Bronze-level mortal had to pay the price of minor injuries to withstand a bombardment head-on; trying to dodge them completely unscathed was extremely difficult.

One had to know that high-level soul masters had excellent hearing. Gossiping about the faults of the Spirit Hall team here was by no means a wise choice.

Chu Tian was in no rush to hunt anyone down. After all, this was just a side quest; if he encountered them, he would kill them himself, and if he didn't, he would arrange for others to do it. Chu Tian never lost his head over such things.

"As expected, it mutated. This is gravity, isn't it? I hope you can bring me more surprises!" Chen Hao thought silently to himself.

"But if the Eternal Race is so powerful, then why do you say they have completely disappeared?" Zhao Wushuang asked hurriedly.

The crowd looked at the Prince of Jin with faces full of admiration, waiting for him to provide the matching line. Beads of cold sweat appeared on the Prince of Jin's forehead; he glanced secretly at Shao An, silently pleading for help.

"Don't worry, Junior Nephew. We will set off today. We certainly won't delay the grand plan!" Elder Chen said kindly.