Chapter 148: Immortal Palace, Bloody Battle!

To mythical races, a few millennia passed in the mere blink of an eye, yet the transformations sweeping across the Liyang Continent over these two thousand years filled the World-Devouring Whale with profound disbelief.

Li Chang'an offered no further explanations, turning away to return to the Immortal-Slaying Pass.

A span of two years slipped away in a flash.

The thousandth year of the Imperial Calendar was a day of mingled dread and exhilaration for the martial artists of the entire Liyang Empire.

As they had foretold, the Immortal Gate trembled; the cultivators had arrived.

And

Before their very eyes, his entire arm grew coated in a thick, metallic luster, completely mutated.

The grudge between them had been forged many years past, when Zhan Zhao first entered Kaifeng... by a stroke of coincidence, it too had unfolded before a bamboo grove.

Just as I was about to look back, I felt a sudden shove against my spine. My body stumbled, and down I plummeted.

The stone steps rose some five or six meters high; scaling them, an arched cavern measuring about three meters across revealed itself to my gaze.

Yet where there is light, there must be darkness; when the great calamity descended, all this splendor shattered to pieces, the heavenly palaces and the vast earth alike torn asunder, gradually turning to ash.

Afterward, Dongfang Yu bowed with a face full of reverence toward an old man, who neither raised his head nor uttered a sound, merely shouldering his tobacco pipe and drifting off to sleep.

Such was the terror of the Three Fingers of the Saint's Burial: it could derail an enemy's mind, making them feel, if only for a fleeting moment, like a soul already laid to rest.

The lead python swayed its serpentine frame, cruising back and forth some fifty meters away, while the remaining four giant serpents dared not break formation, hovering restlessly behind their leader.

However, without exception, they were all flung backward and down by a powerful shockwave before they could even lay a finger on it.

We stood by the palace gates whispering in hushed tones, our voices quite low. Yet in our hearts we understood that the Lord of the Underworld could not possibly fail to hear our words.

Huo Cong was led away, leaving Jiang Xue looking as though she were about to sleep, her body shifting and turning restlessly as if caught in a wave of deep discomfort.

It was now certain that Ariel was the descendant of Edamia, and that broken sword was none other than the United Strength.

Gazing up at the overcast, gray sky above, Su He could not help but exhale a long breath; this journey into the subterranean fortress had been a perilous dance at every turn, and returning to the light of day now gave him the distinct sensation of surviving a catastrophe.

"This mission was not initiated by my own volition, but rather set by the previous 'Emperor'; I know not what significance it holds, and even if I issue it to you now, you will be compelled to complete it after a period of time," the Red Alert System replied, a rare occurrence.

Unable to restrain himself, he too donned his armor and took to the field, delivering a sweeping, eloquent treatise on his predictions for the future trends of the internet.

This grueling shoot persisted for an entire week, and if all went well, it would likely draw to a close in another week's time.

Director Lin had never expected Han Shaoxun to appear so suddenly; before he could even chew the morsel of meat in his mouth, he swallowed it whole and was tragically choked, leaning against the table in a violent fit of coughing before he finally managed to catch his breath.

In the end, however, he nodded, leaving the office in silence to rally his team and begin dismantling Xiaonei, preparing to clone a near-identical product within a short timeframe.

By this time, Su He had already noticed that the eyes of both Wu Yutang and the Death Squid were a deep, blood-red hue.

Yet now, Lin Feng was staring directly at her, and had even stared until his nose began to bleed; how could Miaoyin not be furious?

"Yes, yes, yes, your Lawyer Mo is omnipotent, but there is one thing he is entirely powerless against," Yan Yiqian could not help but grumble.

Lin Zhiyuan had slept on the sofa out of fear that his presence beside Qiao Xin would disturb her rest; now, he thought, it would still be better for him to stay by her side through the night.

Thereafter, the ambulance and police cruisers arrived; the ruffian was handled by the authorities, and after a brief word with the police, he boarded the ambulance alongside An Chen, intending to see how things unfolded, never expecting to receive a phone call from Yan Xing halfway there.