Chapter 38

Tianshu and the others were well aware that Gu Qi’s wine was of the finest quality. Without a word, they filled their cups and began to drink.

Naturally, many noble families from various regions rushed to the Seven-Star Palace to deliver gifts and offer congratulations upon hearing the news. However, not a single person was permitted to enter; they were turned away without even catching a glimpse of anyone from the palace, with orders given that they were not to disturb the grounds again.

Zuo Yixuan and Yi Chen said nothing more. The choice rested with the people themselves—whether to leave or stay. They could not make the decision for everyone. Yet, the longer they remained in the canyon, the greater the danger they faced; if they delayed any further, even that one percent chance of survival might vanish.

Xiao Tian bristled with indignation, rolling up his sleeves in a fit of temper. Kuang Jian shrank back, muttered a quick word to Duanmu Rong, and hurried away.

He stood silently amidst the soul soldiers, his aura forcing them back to create a three-meter vacuum around him. He had stood there for a long time, yet no one noticed him—save for Yan Qi, whose words were as sharp as needles.

Su Chen shifted the focus of the conversation, tossing the question to Kong Hong. His intent could not have been clearer: everything depended on the Mountain Master’s decision. As he had stated yesterday, if Su Chen truly succeeded, a seat as a Hall Master would inevitably be his.

At this moment, the Mo practitioners of the Mo Yu Sect were capable of sweeping through the disciples of both sects, yet they found themselves unable to contend with the combined strength of Han Tong and Yang Duan.

Suddenly, a figure in black lunged from the foliage, long sword in hand, thrusting directly at Qingyue Xuanyi, who sat before the stone table.

Bu Meiyu nodded in appreciation, a look of shame crossing his face. As an elite sniper, he should have foreseen this long ago.

"Consider it your lucky day to soak in this Snow Lotus Pool," Chu Tianyu said, acting as if he were the host while shamelessly occupying another man's pool and holding him hostage.

This result proved a fact: the Xuan Tian Sword Technique just unleashed by Chu Tianyu was slightly more powerful than the Thunderclap Palm executed by Yan Jiangtian.

***

"Grandma Zhang, this is Su Zimo, a friend of mine," Ling Fei said after a moment’s thought, providing a brief introduction.

Moreover, the strength Liu Tian was calculating remained an unknown variable, as many had yet to fully awaken. Yet, the power of the Chaos Continent was undeniably, starkly present.

"Yuan Xing, are you alright?" Wei Xueman, standing nearby, cried out as she saw Yuan Xing injured once again.

Yue Xia nodded with a happy smile. After days of fear and constant tension, she could finally enjoy a moment of peaceful meditation.

He immediately steadied his breathing, placed his index finger on the trigger, and calculated the distance, wind speed, humidity, and the air resistance affecting the trajectory.

The crowd at the scene erupted into an uproar, whispering in shock as they heard a voice exactly identical to Chen Wangxi’s coming from the phone.

"Tomorrow is the mechanical auction, featuring space warships, mechas, and high-tech weaponry," Lisa said.

"What? Do I not look the part?" Despite the rejection, he showed no sign of offense; he remained optimistic and chuckled.

When the bubble shattered, it released a searing, scorching heat that caused an agonizing, tearing pain in his arm.

"You consume grains and food, which leaves a foul energy in your bodies. You experience the joys, angers, sorrows, and delights of mortals, and suffer the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. Because of this, once you attempt to ride the clouds, your bodies become heavier than Mount Tai," Xiao Fei explained.

Standing within the formation, Xiao Yan exhaled slowly. His gaze lifted, locking onto the monster that was letting out low growls in the arena. Wielding his giant ruler, he adjusted his footing and instantly unleashed the Heaven-Severing Steps. In a blink, he appeared before the beast, swinging his giant ruler with all his might in a frenzied bombardment.

***

Lin Huantian’s face darkened, and he waved his hand. Though he was in a state of extreme shock, he managed to calm himself. His eyes remained fixed on the list, and after a deep breath, he refreshed the final name.

They were but ordinary people, naturally unaware of the immense horror contained within the thunder. Yet, in such a place steeped in mythology, witnessing such a terrifying sight inevitably stirred their imaginations.

Clan Leader Kaman pondered to himself. He had originally thought that by absorbing all the inferior seeds, his strength would reach a higher level, but he remained a distance away from breaking the shackles of the Supreme Realm.

After all, having just broken through, his aura was unstable; everything still required time to refine. To show too much at this moment might not be a good thing.

In an instant, Du Youmeng’s figure froze, and the azure curtain of light trembled along with her.

The Void Reaver glanced at Chen Feng. Seeing Chen Feng nod, he spread his arms. The spatial energy around him rippled violently, and in an instant, a spatial rift appeared before everyone’s eyes.

After the princes and officials retreated from the court and returned home, they pondered: the Xiongnu belonged to the Xiongnu themselves; they could not let the Han people call the shots! With the Yuqian King secretly stirring the pot, they one after another sought out the Chanyu to express their opinions.

Though they were all herdsmen, others wore brand-new clothing, fearless even in the coldest days of winter, whereas he wore garments passed down through countless hands, riddled with patches, filthy and thin, providing no warmth at all.

"You go to the Earth position, Huang Jun to the Metal position, Liu to the Water position, and I shall take the Fire position," Tan Hui said, then sat in the red spot.