Chapter 64: How About Calling You Wukong?
Unless you have experienced it yourself, you cannot possibly understand what Cao Bin went through. When the fourth great calamity truly arrives—when the age of glaciers descends—you will finally know what it means to cry to the heavens and receive no answer, to beg the earth and find no response.
In those times, when the temperature drops to fifty or sixty degrees below zero, the ground is frozen solid. You cannot even dig into it; hunger gnaws at you, and there isn’t even a chance to swallow your own spit.
It is only then that you will truly...
Yangji City fell under Lord Will’s conquest, its fighting force depleted. All of Dawn was in decline. When the enemy struck suddenly, the sea offered no defense—yet why was there no resistance on land either?
Once the Suez region was taken, Chinese merchants immediately began digging a canal. In less than five years, it was navigable, and with it, merchant fleets from China could enter the Mediterranean, establishing direct trade with Europe.
This gave Xiu Yin a natural instinct for battle, but as time passed and he unexpectedly found himself in another world, now as a mage, he had gradually forgotten this initial drive.
Wu Yi knew things could not go on like this; he had to plan for himself. Zhang Yi was bound to conquer Shu, and Wu Yi could not let his own future be ruined because of it.
“Are you comfortable living in the dormitory? Would you like to move in with me?” she asked, noticing his pouting lips, a hint of discontent.
Not long after, the Hidden Sand Village swiftly convened a high-level emergency meeting. All the top leaders from every front, including Elder Chiyo and Ebizo, the inner circle, and elders from each clan, attended this critical assembly.
Di Qing nodded. “Then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll go prepare the siege engines. We’ll make two plans, just in case.”
“You’ve finished upgrading?!” Hearing the voice from the void, Chen Xingyun’s face broke into a faint smile.
“Zixia, you’re truly remarkable! None of us can compare to you!” Zhou Qing sighed, raising her eyes to the sun above, silently wishing Zixia smooth sailing in that distant A-Zone.
What angered Xiao Yi the most was that although some clauses in the contract were vague, they were still clear enough to be understood.
Zhao Qinlang didn’t linger, not even glancing back. Carrying her luggage, she followed closely behind Madam Zhao Zhou.
A tremendous vibration erupted from within him, rumbling without end. It surged forth, plunging the area into darkness. Lightning flashed—golden serpents coiling through black clouds.
At this moment, Lin Xiao’s heart began pounding wildly. He never imagined Li Siyu would see a future where he commanded the Divine Thunder of the Nine Heavens; how could he not be exhilarated?
No matter how you looked at it, this was the first time those extraordinary beings had felt so powerless—brimming with abilities, yet unable to use a single one.
Long before arriving at the capital of Apocalypse, Lin Xiao had discussed with Cheng Qianluo never to reveal the existence of the Beast-Taming Mirror. If questioned, she would claim to have learned the art from an immortal master.
With his strength restored to that of a seventh-tier evolver, killing them would be child’s play.
Day after day passed. Kong Yue decided it was time to visit Huang Yantian. He took the Embroidered Guard’s special envoy’s badge and went to the main headquarters, requesting an audience.
All she knew was that she wished for this man before her to live well, to become someone better—not to let ambition be fed by endless hatred and resentment.
Lingya looked at his clansmen, who fussed over him with care, and gently motioned for them to relax. “There’s no need to worry about me. I’ve had food and drink these six months, living with the Western Cangyan Tiger tribe. They’ve treated me exceptionally well.”
The others, however, wore blank expressions. This was only natural; to maintain secrecy, killing a few unrelated people meant nothing. The families and sects destroyed by Old Tu and Old Wang were too many to count; Feng Zhen, in a fit of rage, even slaughtered three entire cities. If he hadn’t killed so many, the Sea God Temple might never have paid him any heed.