32 United in Purpose

Wang You climbed into the carriage and cracked the whip with a sharp snap. The carriage carried the group slowly out of the Zhen estate, heading toward the bustling center of Zhending City.

It was hard to tell if the King of Hell had truly manifested his power, but it seemed as though the deities of this world were more inclined to grant the prayers of the people. When the red characters of the Second Xiangya Hospital Emergency Department appeared in Wang Ge’s field of vision, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Captain, the density of the lava is very high. If you aren't ignited, you shouldn't sink. You don't need to swim; you can just walk across it," Phil corrected him.

Right, it was the sound of that furnace. Behind that door must be Halwick’s laboratory.

Spending too much time in the Sea of Clouds makes it easy for one's senses to become disoriented; Zhang Chen felt exactly that way now.

"Kovi mentioned that the God of Magic once connected the entrance of the Divine Realm to the magical world, and the power of this God of Magic was divided into seven parts," Luca said.

Li Xiuyuan spoke to Liu Xin with great enthusiasm, as if he and Liu Xin were re-watching *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* together. After listening to Li Xiuyuan’s explanation, Liu Xin finally understood the significance of Yanmen Pass in this martial arts film.

"That’s a bit troublesome," Zhong Kui said, looking at the Crystal Dragon Hunter. "I only knocked her out temporarily, and I can't guarantee when she might wake up. If she wakes up while I’m away, you’ll all be in danger."

Cultivators in the interstellar realm, while possessing immense power, were fundamentally ordinary people; their first impressions were always based on appearances.

Shang Jin loved movies, but only comedies, science fiction, or romances with perfect endings. Halfway through the film, she had feared it would turn out to be a tragedy.

She didn't say this for Zhu Zhenzhen’s benefit; Bai Wei had indeed mentioned several times that Shang Jin should bring Zhu Zhenzhen back with her, so that the girl could help them properly nourish their health.

"What?!" The middle-aged man was shocked once more. If this Chen Feng was someone of such vital importance to him, then the situation would be difficult to manage.

It ate everything and therefore had no companions. The Human-Faced Scorpion was highly territorial, making it one of the few lone wolves of the desert.

Zhao Tong seemed to want to explain something to him, but Ming Yue was no longer the original Lord of Chang'an. Having seen enough of the bureaucratic infighting in his past life—where men feigned brotherhood to one's face while sharpening knives behind one's back—he had to be wary and keep his guard up against Zhao Tong.

Night was the best time to practice the Star Art. Although it could be practiced during the day, the presence of the sun made the energy less pure.

Ming Yue carefully selected these theories, labeling those that resembled concepts from the future as "laws."

"Why are you here? Didn't you go to Suyang with Father Wang?" Xiao Xiwei set down her teacup and frowned.

"Hmph." Jiang Xinyu slammed her hand against the bed; this person truly refused to shed tears until they saw the coffin. She gave the secret guard a meaningful look.

When he left, he hadn't mentioned payment at all, not even a hint, because they all knew very well that even if the guest didn't offer the money, it wouldn't be deducted from his wages, so there was no need for him to bring it up.

Sun Changning was returning from outside with a kettle as usual. He had just stepped onto the stairs when he saw this scene, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

"Hmph, you have the nerve to bring it up." Xi Ning knew about what had happened between Zhang Tingyu and Chen Ziyi that day. Zhang Tingyu had told her himself; he was never a man who could lie, so after confessing his feelings, he had told Xi Ning all about his past grievances and entanglements with Chen Ziyi.

In this match, Zhang Tingyu intended to play for the mid-game. Pushing to the late game would be difficult, given that the opposition had a Kog'Maw.

Because they were standing with Nangong Yumo and Ling Yihan, Jun Linfeng and the others seemed less conspicuous, their presence eclipsed by the radiance of Nangong Yumo and Ling Yihan.

Zhang Jinfeng’s face turned beet red with a mixture of terror and shame. She freed her right hand and, with an eagle-claw strike, jabbed directly at the man’s face.

Therefore, every cent we spend is earned cleanly, with absolutely nothing questionable about it.

When Xue Fei opened his eyes again, he found that everyone in Changfeng City had returned—mysteriously returned—but his palms were empty.

"Tingyu, is Guji really coming?" Chen Nan was sweating profusely from eating, yet he kept slurping down the food.

Ashe’s health was down to half. When she saw the spider, instead of flashing backward, she flashed directly into Lulu’s face, landing an auto-attack and a W skill. Ignoring the exhaust effect, she took Lulu’s head. Nami was equally decisive, flashing in to finish off the similarly low-health Kog'Maw.

Xiao Junmo bit his lip tightly, feeling a cold sensation on his face; the uncontrollable truth in his heart blurred his vision.

Perhaps Qin Yu’s words were too startling, or perhaps they were moved by his unyielding determination, but heaven itself seemed to build momentum for him.

Obviously, this object, like the blue rifts before it, was a mechanism for teleportation.

Afterward, Gu An watched as these people produced various items: medicinal pills, secret manuals, techniques, and magical artifacts.

Things had reached a point of no return. As long as he obtained the Sword Sect’s techniques from Lu Tianming, all the risks would be worth it. At worst, he could leave the Yunzong Empire and become a petty tyrant in some remote corner; that wouldn't be so bad.

Chen Xiu was terrified. He understood Ling Bai better than anyone; the man had always been humble and fawning, no less than a loyal dog waiting for orders. How could he turn to bite his master today?

After a simple breakfast, Feng Quji picked up a phoenix-winged gilded halberd and was the first to ride out of the military formation.

This left Gu An feeling hesitant, but just as he opened his mouth to ask what the outer sect disciples were supposed to do, Duanmu Qing and the other two had already left.

Yet, there was no sign that Lu Tianming was affected in the slightest. Instead, he seized the opportunity to kill a powerful assistant at the late stage of Qi Creation, which was beyond the expectations of the Underworld Demon.

Nan Yan heard that there had been two fires at the place where Ning Lan lived and was incredibly worried, but she could not inquire further with Wei Zheng present.

Shen Ting had stayed nowhere else but the hospital to recover during this period. It wasn't until the day of the eldest mistress's funeral that his assistant reported the company’s recent situation and reminded him that it was the day of the funeral.

Luoyang remained a city of song and dance. Ministers and officials hurried to birthday banquets every few days, and noble young men galloped with bows and horses, hunting just as they always had.

The most critical period of this chaotic era was this past year. During this pivotal time, Shen Feng emerged from nowhere, unfurling wings of non-alignment and lack of objective, soaring brilliantly above the savage land of the capital—a place teeming with tigers and vipers—to look down upon the world.