Chapter 142 The Perilous Mount Firmament

Liu Feng dripped a drop of blood onto the jade slip and then used his spiritual power to examine the contents within.

The opening lines recorded that it was unknown when the Heavenly Dome Mountain was formed. According to relevant historical records, over the past ten thousand years, countless people had entered the mountain in search of fortune, yet those who managed to emerge alive were fewer than one in ten thousand.

"In that case, some people have indeed left the Heavenly Dome Mountain alive." Liu Feng thought to himself as he looked at the records, and continued reading further down.

Over the past hundred years, a total of over one million people had entered the Heavenly Dome Mountain, but those who made it out alive numbered only a sparse dozen or so.

Upon seeing this, Liu Feng's expression shifted drastically, and he thought to himself, "Out of a million people, only a handful managed to successfully lea..."

"Could this be... the Celestial Hound?!" Long Yichen widened his eyes in utter shock as he stared at the human-shaped, dog-like fellow standing before him with several halos of light floating behind its head.

Most matters beneath him were handled by A-Nan, and unless strictly necessary, he rarely showed his face. It must have been because someone called last night that he went out; something significant must have occurred.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Seeing you cry makes me feel quite distressed. Yanshu, quickly take him upstairs to change into a fresh set of clothes. Since this formal wear is ruined, is there a spare one available? Make sure not to delay the Zhan family's important matters," Elder Yan said in a deep voice.

Qian Shuishui looked at the candle, pressed her palms together, and closed her eyes to make a wish, hoping that her family would remain healthy and safe, and praying that her wish would come true.

I swallowed hard and silently looked at Han Zhenghuan. Why did I suddenly have the feeling that I had latched onto a hidden billionaire?

Mingyue glanced toward her cousin's side, noticing that their expressions seemed somewhat odd, and decided to ask Sister Xiaoruo about it later.

Ning Fan spoke to Chen Jinnan, his calm words devoid of the slightest trace of hesitation.

According to online sources, the click-through rate of "Divine Sound" on the internet had already reached two hundred million. Furthermore, those who had heard the melodies played by Divine Sound hailed it as the "Magic Flute Divine Sound," and instantly, the title spread throughout the entire country......

Mo Jue glanced at him sideways and walked outside without uttering a word. What a joke—they were all elite personnel carefully selected from thousands; if they were the type to provoke trouble without rhyme or reason, then Shentu Haolong truly deserved to be sent back for retraining.

The scene shifted once again at this moment, and when Long Yichen finally saw things clearly, he had already arrived at yet another place.

"In addition, it is said that an interesting incident once took place at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich—" Li Hongzhang gently stroked his beard and said after a brief moment of contemplation.

Pressing her palms together, Lin Xinyue made a request gesture with a rather solemn expression. It was probably because she had done this so many times along the way that she herself felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Xing also seemed to have sensed the anomaly and was about to turn back when suddenly, a brilliant emerald light burst forth from behind him, resembling a fairy scattering vitality across the mortal realm.

Gu Yun continued walking upward. Whenever he encountered sword intent, he would stop, release his own sword intent to temper it, and then proceed further up.

However, at this moment, he knew clearly that asking this was entirely superfluous, because ever since he could remember, whenever Old He took action, he had never once failed—whether it was saving a life or taking one......

A torpedo craftsman received a monthly pay of twenty-four taels. A torpedo squad leader received sixteen taels. A first-class torpedo helmsman received fourteen taels, and a third-class torpedo helmsman received twelve taels.

"However, System, can I change what I call you in the future?" Weisuo truly did not want to keep calling it "System, System" anymore.

Especially upon seeing that Li Yi was dressed in casual clothes, slouching in posture, and completely devoid of any martial artist's aura, they felt even more rebellious, the word "defiance" practically written across their faces.

"You just got an injection, and since you often go to play at your eldest uncle's house and chat with grandpa, you don't need to come along," Mother patted Yuehong's hand and said.

"Then we really trouble you both!" My aunt and uncle said almost in unison, thanking Liu Qing and me before hurrying back home.

This had already caused his third son, Situ Nian, to completely turn away from him and walk down an entirely different demonic path.

Another fierce and brutal battle ensued. The lingering grievances and new hatreds between the Chasing Sun Gang and the Nobunaga Association had brewed for far too long to ever be resolved; it could only end in a fight to the death.