At this moment, she felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"I have an immature idea... Never mind, I'd better not say it."

Liuying seemed to think her inner thoughts were too dark. She opened her lips, hesitated, and stopped herself from speaking.

Liang Zuan straightened up, hands and feet properly arranged, just about to listen intently, only to be cut off abruptly.

Liuying stood there, her little head lowered slightly, gazing at him as he sat obediently before her.

Even in his seated posture, he remained upright and poised. Soft, elegant light poured over him, highlighting—

Below, the colossal azure flying carriage attracted the attention of the Azure Guard. They instantly detected their presence, sending out waves of spiritual sense to scan the area.

In the process, the sleeve of his robe split apart inch by inch, exposing golden scales beneath. His arm grew thicker by more than a circle.

A slender black whip snapped crisply through the air as the martial driver swung his arm. The galloping horses, spurred by the whip’s crack, surged forward with renewed strength. The sudden burst of speed made everyone feel as though their balance might be lost.

Interrogations were not so straightforward; the black hole was clearly the highest secret among the demon clan, inaccessible to just anyone.

The immortals of the Glass Celestial Sect returned to their senses, each secretly relieved. They had feared Su Ye would annihilate their sect entirely. Unexpectedly, not only did Old Ancestor Lingxu survive, but the sect itself suffered little loss.

The emaciated Heavenly Guard’s pupils contracted. With a single gesture, he seized the azure sphere of light from the air.

Han Li was momentarily surprised, then smiled. There were still such honest souls among cultivators—a rarity that caught him off guard. He did not pursue, but instead lowered his gaze to examine the item in his hand.

Unexpectedly, perhaps out of sympathy, Isabella found more kindness and acceptance in Athina’s eyes. It was not feigned but genuine goodwill. This moment rendered the graceful Mandragora silent, until she finally spoke.

Han Li fiddled with the jade slip for a while, then suddenly pressed it to his forehead, immersing his spiritual sense within.

Once the power was poured through the Sacred Cauldron Array into the Yellow Dragon’s body, its strength surged, rising considerably. The fragment of the World Tree, standing amidst the molten lava below, finally trembled.

"Let’s go, Professor. We’ll go together." Angel didn’t know the professor’s purpose, but she knew Hogwarts had such a magical Divination teacher. She had predicted the downfall of the Dark Lord, and after eleven years, that prophecy had come true.

"You’re making your background too big. What if they’re so scared they refuse to admit you?" Yu Yin asked.

Looking at Zhao Henghuai lying in the hospital bed, it was truly hard to believe he had forgotten Gu Shenghe, especially considering how sweet they once were.

At that moment, she felt as though her blood was flowing backwards, cold sweat running down her spine, her soul nearly leaving her body.

Yu Yin could only dodge attacks helplessly while sending messages to Nuomigao, hoping that Nuomigao could use their shared bloodline with Qingfeng to help Qingfeng regain some sanity.

"By the way, back then Lord Long Jiu said you were the former crown prince of Bailu Kingdom. Is that true?" Nangong Moyan remembered and asked especially.

I had been hesitating about when to set out, but in the morning, Gu Shenghe packed up my things and told me to leave immediately.

Every town’s task center was set up by the local administrator, used by cultivators to post and take on missions. The administrator would then claim a portion of the spirit stones as compensation.

The blood and viscera within the sea monster’s body sprayed out like a rain of gore. Some organs, blessed with extraordinary bloodlines, could not be consumed even by magma; they floated about, eventually becoming food for other monsters.