Right now, the void may seem vast to Saints and Celestial Lords, but they can easily traverse it.
But for those living on the barren continent, how immense does the void really feel?
They look up, and it’s just a sea of black, not a single star in sight. With their strength, flying through the void is unimaginable—how long would it even take?
There’s still a slight glimmer of light on the land surface, courtesy of Lu Ye’s Dao Fruit world.
If the deities of these Derived Worlds don’t pay attention, they won’t be able to cultivate here.
Just as the two were nestled close together, suddenly, dark clouds rolled in from the distance, blotting out the sun like the apocalypse.
Meng Guangyuan, sporting a headache, looked at Ling Yun, knowing well that while Ling Yun was aware of the old ancestor, it had never been explicitly stated.
The moment the aura flared, the contestants from the cities instantly transformed into cannonballs and shot toward Yan Hou and Yan Long.
Two beams of light erupted, illuminating the valley as bright as day, stopping many fleeing from the Human Clan in their tracks.
He was used to the frozen Earth, and the warmth of the southern climate felt almost sweltering.
As for the Third Path of Martial Arts’ Third Realm, the Celestial Emperor Realm, and Fourth Realm, the Ancient Emperor Realm, these were nearly transcendent beings seldom seen in the world. Inside his own Ancient Dragon Suppression Stele, a dragon soul of the Ancient Emperor Realm was being contained.
An order was given, and after a period of chaos, the spirit warriors finally took their positions, blocking the allied soldiers attempting to hunt down the mage at the narrow passage.
At Luohai Martial Arts School, Nangong Ming was legendary; almost everyone knew he hailed from a remote planet in Luohai Province but within just a hundred years at the school, he became the second on the white-clad rankings.
The bloodline fruit of the Saint Hall Warrior describes: After use, players can switch jobs to become a Saint Hall Warrior, price: 1 gold coin.
Lu Mingqiang was clueless about Lin Chenmu’s thoughts spot-on, but seeing that calm smile on his face, he felt a surge of admiration bubbling up. Just a few simple words left the usually stubborn Liu Guangquan speechless—biting down a broken tooth was one thing, but at their age, how could they have such skills?
“Well, thanks a lot, big boss, just remember not to get angry.” After his thanks, he clasped his hands and exited the room.
“No problem,” Zhong Nan replied, then found himself at a loss for words, making the atmosphere a tad awkward.
Liu Zhiming, only half understanding, mumbled a quick agreement and slipped back into his groove of studying hard.
Yang Dingshan glanced at Xia Rourou, suddenly thinking this was a prime time to establish his reputation.
The brand representatives were fed up with Xue Mi’er’s lateness, and after hearing Gao Le’s dimwitted comments, they were fuming.
“Got it, I understand.” Zhang Jie accepted his fate and turned to approach Sato Mihoko from behind.
Cheng Ke was running around in circles until after noon, feeling so out of it he could barely enjoy lunch before heading to the Ministry of Revenue.
“Inspector, I’m at… Tokyo Tower.” Takagi was uncertain about what to say; all the rehearsed lines he had prepared flew out of his head the moment he made the call.
Of course, if filmed, outsiders might not discern whether this was snow-white jade or mere stone, but being there in person, one could truly feel the essence of a building made from jade.
“Feng Dangtou means combining forces to discuss the next steps.” The leader said.
Wang Dong replied, “I won’t forget it.” His expression suddenly took on a bizarre quality, as if he were gazing into the far distance.
Perhaps Long Po wanted to tell me that despite the murkiness of the water’s surface and its bitter taste, it’s only when you swallow that you can truly savor its sweetness.
Everyone sat down. Someone brought a chair for Ge Fengxu, who took a seat next to Du Qianjie.