Chapter 1192: Immortal Venerable, Is There Still Hope for My Spiritual Root

"The youth of today lack psychological resilience, getting worked up so easily." The Immortal of the Nine Layers shook his head gently, having roughly surmised why Dai Bufan had fainted.

"In our ancient times, when we ruled the world, though we were of a low-key disposition, the Immortal of Responding Heaven would often drag us along to manifest divine miracles. I could not refuse, and the mortals would be overcome with excitement, bowing in worship; there were even those who, like your senior brother, fainted from sheer exhilaration."

Lu Yang thought to himself that when you claimed to be low-key, you meant—

Ao Yang froze. "Damn it, you call this coming empty-handed? A casual gesture yields a Seven-Leaf Lingzhi." How could he have known that Han Fengxue still carried the legendary Nine-Leaf Lingzhi, a plant spoken of only in myths?

The darkness of night gradually descended. Immortal Shaoyang endured the agonizing wait for nightfall, as the three-day limit proclaimed by Lin Feng drew closer and closer. Immortal Shaoyang could be said to be burning with anxiety, yet sitting here in the headquarters of the Demon Alliance, even if he were lent a hundred times his courage, he would not dare to act wildly.

"Officer." The Navy Major had remained within twenty meters of Logan, which was also his duty as a liaison officer.

After rising, Logan walked swiftly yet steadily to the radio station, taking the headset and microphone from the blonde-haired operator.

"Indeed, the Mountain of the Tech God is nothing more than a stumbling block." Han Fengxue smiled faintly; with the return of his strength, his confidence and arrogance had also returned to his bearing.

"Understood," Fabiano replied, then proceeded to relay Yuan Ye's orders one by one.

But if the Qinglian Mountain Range could be made the seat of the Tianxing Sect, perhaps in several decades, the Tianxing Sect might surpass the Kunlun Sect and become the foremost sect of the orthodox path of cultivation.

As for the demon kind, they all possessed a troublesome habit, which was a fondness for hoarding treasures within their own dimensional spaces; as for ordinary trifles, they kept them in their spatial rings, while demon stones held no real attraction for them.

"As you wish." The man was clearly enraged by Han Fengxue's wild arrogance; letting loose a freezing murderous intent, his figure shot straight toward Han Fengxue like an arrow.

The scene in the binoculars could not help but remind Logan of the Eight-Nation Alliance entering the city in the movies; in a shift of thought, it also looked like the feverish excitement of landing troops from a star fleet setting foot on an insectoid planet, little knowing that the terrors were yet to come.

But now that they had failed to storm the county seat, attempting to fight the Independent Brigade head-on without any defensive measures was truly a difficult prospect.

One had to know that even under the rules of the secular world, cultivators had no way to unleash the cultivation power of the Nascent Soul stage.

Cen Ming's hollow eyes gazed out the car window at the snow dancing across the sky, his heart seemingly covered by thick ice and snow, devoid of any remaining warmth.

The pre-rain wind had shaken down the last batch of yellow leaves, some of which had fallen onto the roof of the car and were already ruined by the rain, showing that the vehicle had been parked there for no short duration.

Cen Xia recalled the bracelet belonging to Gu Xia in her bag, and her mind could not help but conjure up that unbearable past with Fan Yiming; filled with disgust, she instinctively wanted to take off the bracelet.

They had already directly felt their own realms, which had not budged even an inch for seven or eight years, finally showing faint signs of loosening over these past few days.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan understood immediately that Gao Qiu surely knew Zeng Yulin was not in Long City, which was why he dared to utter such words.

Ye Tian was seen raising his brows and forcefully shrugging his sunken shoulder; with a low, snapping sound, the clavicle, which had clearly been broken into two sections, actually knitted itself back together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By this time, Li Yunian had already led Wu Changxi away from the main road of Paifang Town, and the surroundings gradually grew quiet and desolate.

The director was also somewhat surprised; Lu Caixia did not usually speak much and always sat in an inconspicuous place during meetings, and the affairs of their group were generally handled by Liu Li, so the director did not have a very deep impression of Lu Caixia.