Chapter 1219: Drought Demon Born, Calamity of World Destruction!

The graveyard on the outskirts of Quyi County.

A stealthy silhouette performed a bizarre, incomprehensible dance, and beneath his feet, a massive gate manifested.

Following the gateway down, he arrived at a subterranean necropolis.

The figure rubbed his hands together in sheer excitement; the method actually worked, capable of unlocking tombs.

Yet the burial chamber stood utterly barren, devoid of the fabled treasures and priceless antiques he had envisioned, containing nothing but a pitch-black coffin, its four corners pinned fast by blood-soaked nails, and atop the casket rested a single

"So, is Father also in such a desperate haste to put me to death?" Jiang Yisheng showed not a shred of the panic one might expect in the face of imminent doom; instead, he questioned the Emperor with a calm... a terrifyingly eerie calm.

Su Qian smiled faintly, exchanging a few polite pleasantries. Her gaze swept over to Princess Rui and Su Molian, only to notice servants constantly hurrying back and forth, whispering reports. Princess Rui's face was clouded with suspicion, while Su Molian's expression betrayed an anxious dread, as though she feared a sudden betrayal at any given moment.

A soft laugh escaped my lips; he was truly my brother indeed, and what did it matter if his mind was frail? He could still discern right from wrong, offering me, his younger sister, an unconditional and absolute trust.

Beholding Liu De's utter disbelief, the Divine Lord conjured a square iron plaque of deepest black from the void, an artifact radiating a peculiar and profound spiritual aura.

This time, a grain of sand had truly found its way into my eye; no matter how fiercely I blinked, the speck refused to budge, running rampant and unbridled within, causing my tears to stream down uncontrollably.

I rested my hand gently against his neck; the warmth of the corpse had not yet vanished, retaining a lingering trace of heat, and he too had clearly engaged in a violent, desperate struggle, his ten fingernails ground down into a bloody, mangled mess.

No one in the manor ever looked down upon those impoverished relatives, and even my maternal aunt would receive them with utmost hospitality each time; however, the strangeness lay with my maternal uncle.

After sitting here for a full hour, she finally rose, preparing to take her meal at the temple, but before she could make her way, a commotion erupted ahead, followed closely by a loud, harsh volley of curses.

"You..." Yuan Shuang was still hesitating, but Liu Qing's hand had already undone her sash, his fingers lightly brushing against her bare skin.

One by one, the party finished washing up, and the old matriarch arose as well. Having retired late the previous evening, she was poorly rested, her countenance bearing a heavy weariness and a rather sickly pallor.

It would be ideal to extract from his own mouth precisely why he possessed divine power and divine consciousness; in doing so, he could ascend into a celestial god, while his captive would likely become a mere wandering soul beneath his hand.

Zhao Chengyang, who had initially seized the upper hand, now stood stalled at the thirteenth stone stele, whereas Fu Ying, having surpassed him, had already begun to contemplate the mysteries of the sixteenth stone monument.

"Stop thrashing around and quietly accept the treatment. Though these wounds appear severe, recovery is by no means difficult; you possess the first-generation River of God super gene, and while it cannot adapt to the underlying configuration of a fourth-generation divine body, an indestructible body can be utilized as a compromise," Yan addressed her with grim solemnity.

Wan Yuancheng was left somewhat dazed, entirely caught off guard by the arrival of the company executives. He had received no prior notification whatsoever; could this be a surprise inspection?

"My profound thanks for the grace of the Divine Savage Lord, and my thanks to the Battalion Commander!" Xiang Fei felt a surge of quiet exhilaration in his heart upon hearing this, and he hurriedly stepped onto the high platform to receive the prize from the Black Crystal Battalion Commander.

"My deepest thanks, I have no way to properly repay you for this matter, but if there is ever any area where you require assistance, do not hesitate to ask," Chen Jian said, unable to suppress the frantic beating of his heart as he offered a slight, respectful bow.

Stepping out through the grand doors of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Su Shan felt her spirits sink into a profound low; though she was completely liberated now, a bitter sorrow still weighed heavily upon her heart, for she had never imagined her very first marriage would culminate in such a fashion.

"Qing, tell me, what happened? Why did you do this?" Chen Jian stared at Angel Qing in utter disbelief, pulling her into a fierce, desperate embrace, terrified that the slightest mishap might befall her.

Chen Jian showed no panic, waiting until the razor-sharp edge was practically brushing against the tip of his nose before he flicked his wrist, and in an instant, both he and Rose vanished entirely from the spot.

Witnessing this state of affairs, a sudden pang of tenderness struck Chu Xuan's heart; he walked over to the edge of the bed and gently lifted her bridal veil.

At this very moment, Ye Fan had already cursed the ancestors of that shameless ringleader down through eighteen or nineteen generations, thinking to himself that once he tracked that old scoundrel down next time, he would absolutely kick him straight into a manure pit.