Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Unexpected Fifth Floor

Ever since Lin Yun’s Asura-Slaughtering Saber became capable of absorbing massive amounts of malignant energy, the once gloomy second and third levels of the Paranormal Prison had grown noticeably brighter.

Zixuan was sitting on the swing in the courtyard, playing just as she usually did. Seeing him approach, she greeted him with a smile.

Directly above the stretcher, a grim youth dressed in black lay in serene repose. His face was the color of gold leaf, his lips devoid of any trace of blood, and his body was stained with gruesome patches of blood. His limbs bore torn, gaping wounds with the flesh turned inside out, making it obvious that he had suffered horrific trauma.

Over the course of two days, he carefully sorted out the provisions he needed to bring along and calculated what kind of situations he might encounter after descending the mountain.

Wu Song finished speaking, sat down boisterously at the table, and couldn't help smiling with delight. Laid out before him were a plump chicken, two catties of spiced beef, and two jugs of wine.

Two hounds wandered about the courtyard, their eyes gleaming with an eerie, demonic light in the darkness. Chen Zui couldn't help casting a glance back at Eva, who looked utterly clueless. Chen Zui wisely kept his mouth shut; if he dared to mention that her eyes resembled those of a dog, this green pixie would likely fly into a rage and attack people again.

Unable to care about any of that anymore, I hurried up to Chen Luolu. Though my hands were trembling, I swiftly slid my hand into her pocket. A set of keys appeared in her bottom-right pocket. I pulled my hand out, walked over to Xia Haoyu, and in a flurry of quick movements, unlocked the chains.

Sparta lay motionless in the center of the sealing array, his eyes tightly closed, appearing completely lifeless. Yet, only by placing a hand directly on his body and sensing intently could one detect the faint flow of blood and magic within him.

"This Wu Zixu is indeed as extraordinary as history records. Had it not been for my arrival, Zhuan Zhu would most likely have been secretly recruited by now. Since I have disrupted his plan to rise to power, then..." Li Zhishi closed his eyes, countless images and clues flashing rapidly through his mind.

Could it be that this mission was decided on the spur of the moment? Li Zhishi inwardly muttered and complained several times. Yet, it made sense; he had dragged Zhang Liang into the Qin Emperor's palace at this exact juncture with the intention of pledging allegiance to the First Emperor of Qin. History had undergone such monumental changes that anyone tasked with determining the mission would find it a massive headache.

Zhusha’s dual life-force elemental combat technique was simply too heaven-defying. Even someone with Ao Tang’s formidable caliber could not absorb it completely and instead chose to transform directly into his beastly manifestation, utilizing his massive physique to disperse the opponent’s attack.

Shortly after, Ao Gong recounted the entire process of how Ao Tian had defeated Ao Yu, though he heavily embellished the tale, claiming that Ao Tian had resorted to despicable, shameless, and vicious methods to narrowly triumph over Ao Yu.

Under the sunlight, the northern part of Zhaoge City was a scene of bustling noise. The King of Shang’s grand army was returning in victory, welcomed by civil and military officials as well as the city’s populace. The violent explosions of the previous night seemed to have faded from memory, yet the leveled ruins of the Luta Terrace served as stark proof that last night’s events were no mere dream.

Although Wang Tianxu was meticulous in thought, he was evidently also as dense as a wooden post. For him to take the initiative and question Cai Ling'er so directly today, he must have made up his mind with absolute resolve.

The new body was placed upon a jade platform, and Li Jing asked tentatively, "Uncle-Master? Shall we begin?" Because modifying the body of a spirit-ren was extremely perilous, someone of Cihang’s generation had to be present to provide protection. Consequently, the second-generation disciples of the Yuxu Sect had to take turns on duty in the Zhou State.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must take care of your imperial health," Imperial Physician Xue hurried forward, his face etched with anxiety and worry.

A dozen minutes later, two vehicles came to a halt in front of a white building. An officer wearing an air force uniform was waiting by the entrance, and as Chen Zhihan and the others stepped out of the cars, the officer advanced to greet them.

Liu Lingshuang pondered for a moment and realized that it was indeed the truth. The only area where Wang Tian could potentially play a role was precisely this. After all, when it came to cultivation in Confucianism, Wang Tian might surpass the average person, but no matter how one looked at it, he still lagged far behind Lü Fei and Fan Shuiqing. He simply couldn't offer any real help.

Such an opportunity was already exceedingly rare. What a pity that he failed to cherish it properly and instead let it slip through his fingers.

"What else do you have to say for yourself now?" Meng Xiaotian finally seemed to have gained the upper hand as he once again glared fiercely at Meng Qianxun.

"Sister Yan, there's no need for you to attend this year's annual gathering. Just rest at ease here and receive your tribe's heritage," Ao Tian’s gentle voice drifted softly.

"Ugh—" Yang Chen felt a sudden urge to vomit, an intensely uncomfortable sensation. Unknown fluids welled up continuously, rising straight to his throat. Unable to hold it back any longer, he heaved, "Blech," spewing green, viscous matter all over the floor.

Meanwhile, Saina arrived in Europe almost immediately and commenced his studies. Ten years later, the moment he returned, Baku intended to relinquish the title back to him. However, having broadened his horizons in the outside world, Saina deemed the title "King of Sorcery" to be of little importance, and thus declined to accept it.

As for Zhao Hao, he grabbed An Meiqi’s jade-like hand, suddenly soaring straight up into the firmament before plunging back down in a rapid, dizzying descent.

To Li Xun, this was nothing out of the ordinary. However, what he could not ignore was a pale-red beam of light darting swiftly just before the cave entrance. Now flickering ahead, now flashing behind, its blurred afterimage practically blended into a continuous streak! Even with Li Xun’s sharp eyesight, he couldn't make out its true form.

Once her sensory domain ability reached the high-tier realm of the seventh stage, Wei Feng was able to use ultra-distance ripples to perceive the turbulence in Mo Yuqi’s aura and her fragility hidden beneath a calm exterior. It was abundantly clear that she had sustained internal injuries, and seemingly not light ones either.

Through step-by-step development and expansion, once he possessed sufficient financial strength and influence, he would have no reason to fear a resurgence of the Dark Organization. By then, he would have long since prepared himself to face the entire Dark Organization head-on.

The garrison commander Zhao Jie fixed his gaze upon the blood pool, suddenly freezing in shock. The sacrificial altar surrounding the blood pool was densely packed with elite armored soldiers standing at attention with drawn bows, shrouded in pitch-black darkness like a square fortress, their exact numbers impossible to fathom.

"I pushed it to the pinnacle, only to hurl it back into the abyss...? What... what have I done?" Zhang Xiang stared blankly at the Utrecht gates with unfocused eyes, muttering to himself.

After conceding a goal, Benfica finally displayed a glimpse of its status as an old Portuguese powerhouse. Lopez, Gomez, and Gonzalez stepped up their dribbling outside Lazio's penalty area in a bid to win free kicks.

The crux of the matter was that Lin Feng’s luck today was simply too scorching hot. If he continued playing, the outcome would undoubtedly still be a loss.

The sudden influx of information abruptly cleared away the chaotic mass of static in Chen Youyou’s mind.

He was an elegant gentleman, so he would offer an elegant, gentlemanly bow to preserve some dignity for the child before him.

At that moment, Chen Youyou said without a hint of worry, "Since you believe that Uncle Bo and Aunt Zheng have eyes only for you, why come here and say these things to me? Could it be that you lack confidence in yourself as well?" Chen Youyou’s mocking taunt instantly turned Chen Youran’s complexion deathly pale.

At the same time, Wu Sangui instigated Yang Laijia—the former regional commander of Xiangyang who had long maintained secret communications with him and had now been reassigned as regional commander of Yunyang—along with Yunyang Deputy Commander Hong Fu, to raise the banner of rebellion against the Qing in Yunyang County, Yunyang Prefecture. By now, Yunyang County, the primary county of Yunyang Prefecture, had already fallen under the control of these two rebels, Yang Laijia and Hong Fu.