Chapter 1138: [Rule: Remove Things That Affect My Cultivation]

Qing He’s suspicion was not without merit; in ancient times, she had been tasked with organizing the devotees who worshipped the Immortal Fairy, a role that required managing countless matters of varying scale, such as proclaiming the Fairy’s grandeur to the world, sculpting her effigies, and leading the faithful in daily prayer.

Whenever she reported the results of her labor to the Immortal Fairy, she would invariably gloss over the trivialities and select only the matters of consequence, thereby sparing her lady’s time so that she might have leisure to play.

“The Meng family’s work report is wretchedly written; right here—”

“Second brother, your people won’t let him slip away, will they? Have they discovered anything?” Fei Heng turned his head again to address Qian Ruhai.

After Slotes summoned a dense shroud of black mist, bursts of bone-grating friction echoed from within—a sound so jarring and foul that it felt like a sharp object scraping across a pane of glass, causing goosebumps to erupt all over whoever heard it.

“I know...” Su Xing smiled weakly at Li Zhongshu, as if he truly possessed some secret knowledge.

He knew not what others thought, but in this present age, Ye Chen recognized only one truth: a man of virtue, dwelling in this world, must wage a magnificent and tempestuous struggle; living, he should be a titan among men, and dying, a hero among ghosts.

The deathly pale Benham suddenly realized something: a horror of this magnitude could not possibly exist in great numbers, and it was certainly out of the question for every single member of the Soul Race to possess one; otherwise, why had they not brought them to bear sooner, for the human race would have long since been driven back to the Alan Continent, leaving no place for mankind to abide on the Titan Continent.

Lin Feng awoke to a sudden realization; no wonder the consciousness detector had been rendered useless—it was the work of this particular celestial body all along.

And Mint, who had clearly been hanging her head just a moment ago, suddenly looked up and offered him a smile upon hearing Su Xing’s voice.

General Hephati made no secret of the news; commanders of every race now knew that their fleets would face at least five thousand Clydeze warships.

In the next instant, an earth-shattering roar reverberated far and wide as the void shattered apart, and a vast, sweeping conduit opened, manifest high within the vault of heaven.

Yet there was one thing Jian Wushuang knew with certainty: his master, Xuan Yi, possessed an immense and inextricable connection to that ancient war.

Liu Xin felt helpless, yet he had no desire to converse further with the man; he would see him off this morning and be done with it, for he still had to receive Lin Yunyi shortly. Hearing this, Tu Shan cast a somewhat lingering, reluctant glance toward Liu Xin’s drawer, before finally choosing to return on the morrow.

Seeing Gu Tianshan in such a state, Ye Li’s heart sank; the man hailed from the headquarters in Qinhua City and was rumored to be the son of the chairman there, dispatched to this place only because he had stirred up trouble in the past.

“Very well, brother, pray judge this!” Ye Wu suddenly began to trace slow circles in the air with both hands, causing a strange ripple to diffuse through the space, as if a rolling torrent of spiritual energy were being gathered into his palms, from which a faint black light bloomed.

When all was said and done, the Daheng Dynasty still lacked talent and powerful men, resulting in a state where, aside from Li Qinglu and Dong Wuling—who relied on connections to hold the first and deputy-first ranks—the highest-ranking officials were of the second rank, like Yue Fei, and there were only eight of them—no, nine.

“She is still too green,” Madam Chu remarked softly, gazing out the window; after so long an acquaintance with Zhou Mingxi, Deng Xuemei was indeed no match for her.

This was a star in the very prime of its life, exuding a terrifying abundance of light and heat that radiated across the surrounding starry expanse; routinely, such a star allowed life-bearing planets to be born in its vicinity, yet should it ever be destroyed, it would bring down an apocalyptic catastrophe upon those worlds of living things.

The sky above the crowd’s heads was violently rent asunder, and an unimaginably colossal, boundless black peak, trailing tumbling thunders and raging fires, suddenly bore down with crushing force, enveloping Li Jing, the Four Heavenly Kings, and fifty thousand celestial soldiers within its shadow, its terrifying aura striking deep dread into the hearts of men.

In all other matters, he would defer to her completely; yet in this solitary affair, he was stubborn to the absolute limit, and even if she threatened him with her own death, she could not sway his resolve in the slightest.