Chapter 72: The Land Has Burst!

Early in the morning, Lin Mi was still lost in sleep when the relentless vibration of her phone shattered her dreams. Annoyed, she reached blindly for the bedside table, grumbling inwardly—who would disturb someone’s rest so early? How inconsiderate.

Squinting through sleep, she unlocked her phone. Several missed calls were the least of her worries; the ‘Note’ app was glaring, marked with over ninety-nine new messages.

What was happening?

Had she been exposed and attacked online?

The world was fraught with danger—monstrous beasts, rogue cultivators, sinister spirits. Villages wiped out overnight were hardly uncommon. Cao Zhiqiang’s explanation was clear: he had suddenly received instructions from “Mist,” ordering him to go to Hong Kong immediately and meet their contact.

“Just add more chili, I like it spicy,” Chu Long replied offhandedly, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“Heavenly Kingdom: The Ultimate Weapon—Sword of Judgment.” A streak of white light seemed to cleave the space, condensing in Jeanne’s hand into a radiant cross-shaped blade.

“Once I’ve defeated the captain of Class Five, I’ll square off against Dan Yao after he’s rested—much more fair and reasonable, don’t you all agree?” Qiao Hui looked to the crowd of students in the stands.

Counting his spirit stones, Qin Yuan realized only thirty-one remained—he’d used thirty more than expected. He smiled wryly and put them away.

He couldn’t fathom what had happened; the spirits still existed, but everyone from their world had vanished.

“Wasn’t it just because it was cold—and I fell asleep, without even realizing…” Sun Suo hurriedly explained.

“Prince Yu Dodo and Abatai, both are unparalleled warriors. With them, nothing can go wrong!” Jin Liangyu clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

Xu Qianqiu pondered silently. The guardian of Qingyun Town had revealed some information about the Ten Thousand Mountains, including the existence of something called the secret realm.

“Let’s bless this couple. Now, please welcome our next performer,” the host took the stage at just the right moment.

“Can’t I just take a stroll?” Mu Qingyu, exasperated, crossed his arms and closed his eyes, pretending to rest.

Gan Lu, trembling, wrapped her arms around his back, sobbing uncontrollably. She tried to speak but was too cold to utter a word.

The once spacious pit grew crowded. For many, memorizing these bones was beneath them; ever since the Sui dynasty, no skill had required bone recitation. People trusted in iron bones, proud bones, immortal bones more than rotten ones.

If, as Wang Mu suggested, the Demon Lord took advantage of Qi Yu’s absence to personally strike, that would be out of character for the Demon Lord.

Ye Feiyang was still dissatisfied—the impact wasn’t enough. He planned to have his brother make an animation and post it to Tudou, making her even more notorious.

Confronted by Chang Gexing’s righteous questioning, Qiu Lin Duoji dismounted and bowed deeply, expressing his admiration and surrender.

When Wang Mu was less than five meters away, Liu Qingqing’s voluptuous figure spun like a whirlwind; her steel blade danced in a flurry of silver, striking at Wang Mu like a windmill.

“I’ve already arranged protection, but some damage couldn’t be avoided.” The old servant dropped to his knees with a thud, trembling in fear.

Futian Mo’s voice was unstable as he spoke—who could guess his feelings? His heart ached, and a sense of helplessness overwhelmed him.

Eighteen array masters took a thousand immortal crystals as the core of their formation, forging a super barrier.

Zhang Xiu’er was surprised—she’d eaten that bun just days ago and found it delicious. Why did Zhao Yang find it tasteless?

But Xiao Yifeng’s words startled them, shock flashing in their eyes as they looked at him.

Soon, the Iron Blood Sect and the Wolf Sect began searching the outer city for Xiao Yifeng and his companions, ready to exact revenge.