Chapter 46 Since You've Already Accepted It

Nanchen fixed his gaze on the two characters meaning 'Ancient'.
Consulting the map, he began searching the surrounding area and quickly located a graveyard.
There was also a tombstone, upon which was inscribed the 'Tomb of Chuyao'.
Looking at the stone-piled graveyard, Jiang Wan thought that the serene environment of this valley made it a fine resting place, but she wondered how they were supposed to proceed. Having never set foot in the cultivation world before, she had no idea if tomb raiding here was anything like what it was back on Blue Star!
Right, the Heaven-Overturning Seal—from her Qiankun ring...
In an instant, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind. Amidst the current atmosphere, scenes from the horror movies she used to watch surfaced one after another, scaring her so much that she even slowed her breathing.
Having not the slightest inkling of the situation outside, Qi Xiaoting felt like an ant on a hot pan; she could neither sit nor stand, and paced anxiously back and forth within the dimensional space.
As Lin Le moved forward, he focused on the iron chains within his sea of consciousness. Much like the dragon-patterned bracelet, these chains could be activated using divine sense, though the consumption of divine sense far exceeded that of the bracelet.
For the three days of parading the officials, Old Madam Bai had always sat in the sedan chair with the curtains wide open. To this day, a colloquial saying is still passed down around the Jizjin Prefecture region: Old Madam Bai riding in a sedan chair—leaving nothing behind closed doors.
The torrential rain lasted for only seven or eight minutes before easing into a steady drizzle, but the road was already submerged in half a foot of water, making travel extremely inconvenient.
I turned my head to look toward the stairs and spotted four robust, towering cat-faced figures, much larger than ordinary cat-faced beings.
In the flash of a spark, he was already a hundred meters away; no matter what method he employed, defeating the Demon Emperor was utterly impossible.
At that very moment, I suddenly felt as if something was being drained from my body. After tossing aside the broken halberd in my hands, my head began to ache violently, forcing me to cover it as I retreated step by step.
"Well asked," Ao Changsheng shook his head and said, "Initially, I thought your grandfather was afraid that your great-grandfather and I would threaten his position, but upon further reflection, it wasn't like that at all."
Although Nansu Jian knew that the person before him was Lin Le, he was utterly unwilling to let Young Master Xiyu find out. The other party was exceedingly cunning and would surely trace that matter back through even the faintest clues.
"Oh, look at you saying that. Could it possibly be that a big man like me would go hungry?" Shen Zhenghui smiled, dressed himself properly, and walked out the door.
In the distance, the Demon Lord Suojia felt a surge of murderous intent arise within his heart. No longer able to restrain himself, he prepared to strike at Tianhuo Zhong to seize the Heaven-Suppressing Divine Stele.
Such behavior, which ought to have been somewhat bizarre, instead appeared mesmerizing and eerie due to her expression, which was so blank as to be almost cute, combined with a face that was half ethereal beauty and half covered in blood.
"Ah!" Wei Taizhong responded with immediate delight. Then, shedding his usual steady demeanor, he departed in a whirlwind of haste.
After obtaining the report, Ye Qiu turned and walked straight to Ribery's ward. The French scarred winger's left ankle was wrapped up like a massive rice dumpling as he sat on the hospital bed. His wife, Wahiba, was keeping him company and chatting with him, while his parents, who lived in France, had made a special trip to London. The scarred winger seemed to be in fairly good spirits.
Sure enough, a divine warship shattered layers of spatial barriers and arrived in this realm in the blink of an eye, charging directly toward Ao Tianjue's incoming palm strike.
Not only was the 'Poison Scorpion' thinking this way, but Baron Tier and the others around him shared the exact same thought—in their view, while these mercenaries were utterly boorish, their combat prowess was absolute. Given equal numbers, the Fæchalon Knight Order might not even emerge victorious, let alone with reduced forces.
"It is different. I also tried to imagine if it extended straight up into mid-air like a cylinder, but looking at it now, it seems much more like a cone," another leader remarked.
The superior fracture-healing potion from the Mystery Isles emitted a pinkish hue inside its test tube, shimmering with layers of fluorescent light under the candle's glow.