Bless Di Yan with infertility, yet may he be surrounded by countless children and grandchildren.

Heaven above and earth below bear witness: I wish for Lu Yunshu to be blessed with many children, while Di Yan remains childless, her descendants filling her halls. Liu Yi smiled, flicking a coin swiftly toward the washbasin. She pretended the basin was a turtle in a wishing fountain, clasped her hands, and made her plea in earnest.

After gloating over the news from the Di family, she turned her attention back to tracking the progress of the tsunami. By rights, Jiushan Peak was far from the sea, high in elevation, and shielded by the Di Family’s refuge ahead—this could complicate matters.

The long-bearded immortal swayed gently, pondering: She would one day grow old and die, but you, like the sun and moon in the sky, would remain unchanged for eternity. In time, even you will grow weary.

At last, was that the right line of verse? Yet I still could not see how these words were linked to this reunion with an old friend.

Do you truly believe you can simply wipe away all you have done? The white-bearded old man rebuked sternly: As an accomplice, you must face judgment alongside Chenxing at the Celestial Court. At best, we can only plead for a lighter sentence on your behalf.

“No! I never wanted to marry you…” Gu Wanwan exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of unspoken words pressing so heavily on her chest she could barely breathe.

He had to be serious now; he couldn’t let her think he approached every matter with such casualness.

In this world, it isn’t only mothers who shower their children with special love. Children have fathers too, and in their eyes, a father is an eternal hero.

This young attendant was named Dong Ling, always favored by Xiangping, who insisted on keeping him by her side wherever she went.

“Is that really all?” she asked with fervor, but Gu Wanwan seemed to think it still wasn’t enough.

Have others taken you for a madman? Bai Ze said with pity: Since ancient times, knowing more than your peers has never been a blessing for humankind.

Watching the city gate’s sudden collapse sent a chill through all who witnessed it. The gate, crafted entirely from refined stone and as hard as black iron, had now fallen beneath the might of the dragon conjured by the combined force of the imperial guards. Such was the dragon’s power that even a master of the earth soul would be slain instantly under its onslaught.

Elsewhere, just before the wildfire struck, Yelan Yu awakened all her puppets and ordered them to hide on another hilltop. She herself turned back alone, retracing her steps.

The skewered lamb looked exquisite—golden brown, mouthwatering at a single glance.

“Though the Divine Source Engine is terrifying, what power can a mere Level Four Mechanic unleash? Let me run a test.” In the silence of space, Nival murmured without a sound, spreading his arms wide and embracing the blue earth below.

Blake saw the button from his jacket fly onto his metal desk. He swore he could hear Kashriel’s laughter.

He followed behind Teacher Li, watching as Teacher Li set the wooden tray on the platform before the “window.” The lady inside took a bowl, wielded the ladle, scooped a generous helping of porridge from the wooden bucket, and filled the bowl. With practiced hands, she placed the brimming bowl onto Teacher Li’s tray.

He Yi asked offhandedly, “Was that keychain expensive?” In his mind, only something costly could leave a person so distraught.

What luck! She’d nearly forgotten: “Infusing a wisp of soul into a weapon to augment its power”—a trick well-known to all in later generations—had never yet been tried among the immortals of today. Thus, even if the weapon were broken, dangers like blindness or severe soul damage would not rebound upon its master.

He did not realize that Han Dong, like himself, had not truly unleashed his power. That technique, too, was hardly profound—merely the crudest spell for summoning a violent downpour.

The two of them waited until nightfall, seized a lull in the rain, and Xuan Yi breathed out a jet of flame. Fireworks arced into the sky and exploded with a dazzling brilliance.