Chapter 209: Changes of Time, Returning to Sante Town!

The heavenly realm was by no means omnipotent.

Of this, there was not a shadow of a doubt.

The reason was simple enough: had the heavens truly possessed such boundless omnipotence, they would never have regarded Li Changan's transmission of martial arts to the mortal world with such profound vigilance.

Truth interwoven with falsehood, and falsehood masking the truth.

One had to admit that the heavenly realm played this game of governance remarkably well, so much so that even Li Changan could no longer discern how much of his understanding of the heavens was real and how much was illusion.

The azure longsword raised in Li Guanchu's hand, steeped in the perfection of four distinct sword intents, caused the very air to congeal as though dark, turbulent clouds were gathering.

A tremendous humming sound erupted, and the teleportation array, which had slumbered for untold ages, finally awakened, followed by a sudden, violent flash of spiritual light.

Though it was comforting to lie in Qi Ning's embrace, Ye Lei still strained with all his might to push her away.

With a soft, clearing cough, Lin Fei finally noticed that an old man was unexpectedly present within the grand hall.

"There is no need for now; the Blood Feather Pavilion can serve as our trump card, so let us not expose it yet, lest our opponents discern our true foundation," Ye Wushuang said after a moment's reflection.

The system gave a dry chuckle and fell silent; no matter how Zhang Ye cursed or summoned it, it simply refused to reappear.

Having spoken to this point, Taoist Miaoshan fell silent, yet the disappointment in his eyes hung thick and heavy.

Naturally, there were others who claimed that Sect Master Han Xiao had descended like a divine warrior, displaying magnificent prowess and utterly repelling Ling Ruoshui.

Ye Lei followed the gaze and found that the speaker belonged to Yang Minghua's faction, and the sovereign he spoke of was, naturally, Yang Minghua.

Surveying the empty room, Zhangsun Changqing felt an aching emptiness in her heart; the events of these past days seemed to have driven a thorn into her soul, hurting if left alone, and hurting all the more if pulled out.

Does a leopard on the streets require a license plate, is running a red light subject to a fine, and furthermore, does this not count as absolute speeding?

The burly man rubbed his face fiercely with his palm, as though washing it with a towel; it was clear he was struggling, desperately wanting to keep his temper under control.

She knew that their engagement was not of Wen Shuyuan's own free will, and she knew he held no affection for her, but what did that matter, she liked him, she loved him, and moreover, they were to be wed shortly after the engagement; as long as they married, affection could be nurtured, and she believed that by being together over time, he would eventually develop feelings for her.

Suddenly there came a knock at the door, pulling Yu Sheng back to reality, while Han Xiyu glanced sideways at the door, stood up, and walked toward the entrance.

Su Liuyun feared that if he continued speaking with Su Wan'er, he would be unable to restrain his outburst, which might mean losing any future opportunity, even without Chu Dongtian's interference.

"What?" Sheng Xuandong widened his eyes, his amber pupils clearly reflecting Yu Qingtong's face; surely he hadn't misheard.

In a mere three days, the three major factions had already lost seventeen martial artists of the Innate Flawless Realm, while as for the sovereigns of the Divine Dao Realm, two had been gravely wounded and were unable to take action for the foreseeable future.

In truth, Chu Jinglei's heart was locked in a frantic struggle at that very moment, debating whether to take advantage of Chu Dongtian's guard being down to suddenly exert force and push him off the precipice of the First Line Cliff.

"Beichen," Li Wanning rose, dressed in a pink dress with a pearl-white tasseled silk flower at her waist, her bangs falling casually while her long hair was bound by a wide ribbon.

Turning around to look at Luo Che, from whom the distance was gradually widening, Li glanced with some concern toward Luo Yixue and asked.

The players of the Lingyun Hall were wild with excitement; when they went to battle with Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Zhuo himself took no contribution points, so the distribution of the spoils went entirely to them, save for the half that belonged to the guild.

Yet the purpose of hiring a substitute examinee is always to secure an official post for one's son. This man, Bai Suhang, I have also met; though cautious in manner, he does possess talent.

The room, just as Mu Ze had said moments before, was no different from an ordinary classroom, save for Mu Ze's machinery.

Though this was a matter of etiquette, with the guest offering some milk tea money to the host, this was simply far too much; let alone gold, it was too much even if given in silver, when a few copper coins ought to have sufficed. How much could their home-produced goat milk, mixed with a few scraps of broken tea leaves, possibly be worth?