Chapter 1150: The World Honored One Observes the Future

"What? You mean you were constables all along?" Yue Changhe gasped, utterly thunderstruck.

"I always believed you were hunting me down because the blood of both human and demon runs through my veins. I thought the two great factions behind you coveted the sheer rarity of my lineage, sending you to drag me back for some barbaric, inhumane experimentation, or to use me as a pivot for human-demon relations."

Back then, seeing the eagle-eyed man and the grand monk approaching with such ferocious intent, Yue Changhe had immediately asked whether they belonged to the human race or the—

The Dark Lightning of Extinction shattered the ice shield, shaking Xue Lan back two paces. The armored sleeves covering her arms were now slightly scorched. She had never expected Han Bing to actually land a blow this time, much less that she herself would suffer for it. Seizing the moment, Han Bing pressed the attack, the Dragon-Scale Snow-Drift Sword unleashing a formidable intent as she executed the One Sword Snow-Drift.

And so they walked toward a dormitory room. They knocked, but for a long time there was no reply, only a faint, indistinct sound filtering out from within. After they knocked a while longer, the door finally swung open.

"Fiery Blaze Seal!" A divine seal born from the Throne of Divine Seals. As Han Bing's cultivation advanced and her divine soul strengthened, her mastery over the Throne reached a higher plane. The Throne of Divine Seals was the fountainhead of the Fiery Blaze Seal, making its manifestation far more natural and its power immensely formidable.

The contingent from the Ancient City of the Northern Region had just entered the bounds of the Nine Dragons Sacred Palace under the guidance of the envoy when a slightly portly, middle-aged man approached. Behind him followed two Heavenly Dragon Generals and a youth. The youth was roughly the same age as Xue Yunhong, and his strength was visibly superior to Han Bing's.

Having been held tightly by Bai Ruxin for so long, Zong Tao felt a strange, tingling warmth. Fearing that one of his brothers might burst through the door unannounced and leave Bai Ruxin in an embarrassing predicament, he firmly brushed her hand away.

"Understood, Second Master. Can we set out right now?" Han Bing asked, a trace of anticipation in his voice.

Weng Yiping cast a rather mysterious glance over the crowd, then smiled. "Old Weng here possesses little talent. A while back, I intended to forge a low-grade magic treasure using celestial silkworm silk and fire-fused crystal. However, a mishap occurred midway through. In the end, I only managed to refine a twenty-four-layered, top-grade spiritual tool—the 'Celestial Fire-Fused Veil,' a defensive scarlet robe."

A smile had just surfaced on Jing Chuan's face when, in the very next second, he dropped to one knee. Clutching his chest, he panted heavily as bean-sized beads of cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

"Vanished? To think this Eternal Myriad Tribulation could be executed so soundly and silently that even I failed to detect it. It seems I underestimated this Eternal Demon Kun." Chen Yiran scanned the surroundings warily. The Eternal Demon Kun looked equally bewildered; how could its own divine ability just vanish into thin air? Could Chen Yiran have done it?

Reflecting on it now, it was still I, Yu, who suffered the loss. Had I known earlier that Senior Sister Yu'er's formation techniques were so extraordinary, no amount of temptation or terms would have stopped me from resolutely allowing her to complete those three months of formation instruction.

"Release our Sect Leader!" Seeing Cao Ruxin held hostage, the others inside made a move to rush forward.

Yet one thing was certain: Purple Rose was not yet dead. For the people inside the ancient city were using her as bargaining chips, demanding their safe departure in exchange for her life.

With a resounding clang, the mountain-splitting saber struck the cleaver. Zhao Deguang staggered back three paces while Wu Dalang recoiled five, his tiger's mouth throbbing with pain. Wu Dalang had been on the offensive while Zhao Deguang was defending; in this exchange, Wu Dalang was clearly bested.

"I know. I just moved here from out of town. I opened a pastry shop on South Street called 'Inside the Heart.' Come by and support it sometime," the Cream Sister said.

But this time was different. Xiao Yu had hinted multiple times for him to wake up, yet the dream still persisted. Could all of this truly be real? Had he really been reincarnated? If so, did it mean the previous Zhang Xiao Yu was already dead?

"Master, I'm not leaving." Ying, who had still been dazed and groggy, snapped wide awake the moment he heard Ouyang Chen's words. He shook his head frantically.