Chapter 33

David was still the same as ever—he wouldn’t consider breakfast finished unless someone was singing and dancing right in front of him. He refused to do his winter homework, pointing at Ye Li, insisting she play ball with him instead.

Ding! System notification: Chaos invades the City of Ice, the Primordial War has begun, evil stirs once more. Adventurers, summon your courage to defend the City of Ice and safeguard the land of order. Attention, players: the enemy’s second wave is imminent. Crush them.

Though Magneto’s restored body was flawless, not even the Dark Phoenix had the power to recall the lost brainwaves. Thus, it was still nothing more than a corpse.

On the second day after Bai Feng’s army arrived at Sanhu City, Izuyama Furuyasu and Masayuki Sanada led their troops there one after another; while they were settling their armies into camps, Nobuyuki and Nobushige Sanada also arrived with the Yanhuang Regulars.

Facing Lucius’s eager gaze, Bai Feng still couldn’t make a decision—not because he didn’t want to seize the opportunity and let the beastmen army stir up even more chaos in the already unsettled Celestial Dragon Empire, but because he could not disregard the lives of tens of millions in the eastern provinces.

This was the market where the five great martial clans traded with one another—a place that was once the most prosperous in the Western Regions, displaying treasures, magical artifacts, and divine weapons beyond compare, surpassing even the busiest streets of Haojing in Zhou.

When the main door closed, it wasn’t loud, but to Ye Li’s ears, it sounded like a bang—she almost felt sadness well up as if this door had sealed off her life completely. Now, she had no choice but to move forward, endlessly forward, with no way back.

In front of the teacher, these people would nod and smile obsequiously at her, pretending to be close. They all knew she could speak to the boss himself, so they desperately tried to ingratiate themselves, especially when the boss was around, as if that would make him treat them better too.

“Is it really suitable?” Liu Mei wondered, knowing that her kick would never break the tree stump, but the sandbag might burst—why else would she always carry several spare sandbags with her wherever she went?

Yet, changes shifting from right to left, however significant, could never compare in lasting impact to the first kind of transformation. Those changes were so thoroughly buried that modern people were unaware of them, nor did they realize that ancient patterns once flowed from the bottom up.

Even Aquilo was somewhat affected by this aura; his movements faltered for a moment.

“Was it you who handed the box to the sect leader?” The man in front asked bluntly, with a hint of curiosity. It had been a long time since he’d seen the sect leader’s emotions fluctuate so greatly.

This technique was devised specifically to counter poisons of the soul. If it entangles the spirit, it’s like white paper stained by ink—impossible to restore.

In the evening, as Jose stood up to return to his room for rest, Asuka Saito blushed and tugged at his hand.

She had just left to deliver a message, barely having time to rest, when Qiao Wan’er arrived immediately after.

After Su Tian released Du Gu Bo’s spirit and consciousness, they returned to his body under his own control. His eyes regained their luster. He felt complicated inside—a trace of fear mingled with relief at having survived.

In the sixteenth minute, Kolarov sent in a low cross from the left. Aguero broke away from Terry and Cahill, firing a low shot from fifteen yards out.

Sang Rou had just endured the devastation of losing her companions and being unable to return to her homeland. Lost and uncertain, she had no one to confide in.

Time slipped by, the sky subtly changing as afternoon arrived. The tavern grew crowded, the noise swelling.

The transformed forms now included seven types: amethyst, ruby, platinum, nephrite, philosopher’s stone, bloodstone, and greenstone.

In her panic, Dongfang Xiaying ran straight into her brother Dongfang Qiuhan at the corner.

Jianquan’s entire body glimmered with golden-red energy as he came to a sudden halt, then veered toward an empty patch of ground. Sure enough, the mindless Yin Mo, eyes bloodshot and sword in hand, charged at him.

“What are you holding in your hand?” Bao Erniang demanded, closing in step by step.

Have you ever seen such an unlucky divine beast? Abandoned by its master, now forced to do menial labor to pay off debts?

Even the legendary Zhuge, the so-called wisest strategist under heaven, had only managed to divide the land in three.

She picked up a cup from the table, smashed it to the floor with a crash, grabbed a shard, rolled up her left sleeve, and stabbed it hard at her wrist.

Liu Yi was now a complete mess—his own backlash injuries compounded by the mutual devouring of yin-yang essences, tormenting him almost beyond recognition.

Forget it, watching the demon make a fool of himself was amusing enough. Yun Moyu smirked wickedly and turned back.

She had been prepared to risk injury to escape to safety, but unexpectedly, Lin Tian arrived just in time to save her from danger.

Located at the southwestern border of Central Province, this place’s unique geography made it saturated with yin energy, intermingled with a heavy aura of corpses, for nearly all the dead within thousands of miles had been buried here.

Their table was some distance from Su Chen’s, but from that spot they could see outside—and likewise, those outside could see them.

It was like a lump of clay: you could harden or soften it in many ways, but its fundamental nature never changed, nor could it exceed the limits of what clay could be.

Thus, after deducing that the one who dared to wield the entire inner space of Tianbao Mountain—who could manifest a half-step Supreme Immortal to defeat a half-step Saint—was none other than the Holy Ancestor Diming himself, the truth became clear.

As his soul, thoughts, and will grew stronger, Mu Chen realized his mind’s power had greatly increased; not using it before now seemed almost wasteful.

The Four Heavenly Kings, hearing Lin Tian speak, instinctively held their breath and focused all their attention on him.