Chapter 110: Houtu vs. Yang Mei
At present, although the various forces in the Primordial World have never made an explicit ranking, each holds a measure in their hearts, understanding clearly which faction currently leads the realm.
In terms of sheer power,
The Ancestral Daoist Hongjun was the first Great Dao Saint of the Primordial World. He pioneered the Dao of Severing the Three Corpses and attained sainthood by his own method, truly reaching a level that rivals the workings of fate itself. Coupled with the assistance of the Heavenly Dao’s power, he is undoubtedly the strongest being in the Primordial World, beyond dispute.
Nuwa,
Although the various forces in the Primordial World have never made an explicit ranking, each holds a measure in their hearts, understanding clearly which faction currently leads the realm.
In terms of sheer power,
The Ancestral Daoist Hongjun was the first Great Dao Saint of the Primordial World. He pioneered the Dao of Severing the Three Corpses and attained sainthood by his own method, truly reaching a level that rivals the workings of fate itself. Coupled with the assistance of the Heavenly Dao’s power, he is undoubtedly the strongest being in the Primordial World, beyond dispute.
Nuwa,
Yet all these figures share one common trait: they are reliable and never fail at critical moments.
Anren sighed and continued, “At that time, in Thailand, a prodigy specializing in the art of controlling heavenly corpses appeared—a prodigious sorcerer named Yexiong.”
With a clap of his hands, the waiter outside immediately brought out the prepared dishes. The room alone cost several thousand yuan per night, and the banquet easily exceeded ten thousand yuan—definitely beyond the reach of ordinary folk.
Zhang Hongyan gave a bitter smile. Now that she no longer trusted Leng Ziyue, what else could she do? Leng Ziyue was clearly her last hope.
At the entrance of the Ideal Building, flower baskets were displayed, red carpets laid out, a traditional drum troupe performed, and a big-headed Buddha entertained to celebrate the reopening of the security company. Cameramen captured the event, punctuated by the crackle of firecrackers, creating a lively scene.
What was worse, some people even stalked Qiutao, trying every means to invite her out. Qiutao always kept her distance from such individuals.
She curled her body tightly, as if wanting to merge with the surrounding world or to hide behind the colossal golden statue of the Buddha.
The once arrogant and domineering Blood Flood Dragon King was now surrounded by Zhu Shan and two others, being beaten without any chance to retaliate.
At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and a young man stumbled inside. He approached Norilons’ side and whispered something into his ear.
The reactions of the bystanders varied, but the drama continued as chat logs on the screen switched once more.
To portray the situation as so perilous was my own whimsy and a way to deceive myself.
“It’s nothing. Thank you for your concern. I’m very healthy.” The last phrase was left unspoken, lingering in the heart as disappointment.
Li Daniu always felt that Mu Hongling was somewhat off compared to before—too pretentious and naughtier than usual. Li Daniu held her hand, wandering aimlessly through the maze, with Mu Hongling obediently following silently behind.
At this moment, Bai Xue was held tightly by Wu Meng, barely able to move and certainly unable to escape.
Next, Lin Mo, Guo Yi, and Yuchi Jingde exchanged a few words, offering suggestions to refine the battle plan, ensuring everything was foolproof.
“Dear, what’s there to hide about such things? It’s harmless to speak out. This is the twenty-first century, after all, a time of openness.” She said this while gently blocking Sun Xue’er’s fair arm.
Suddenly, she remembered her carrier pigeon. At this moment, she longed most to see Qingge and Nuanyu. Perhaps listening to their bickering would brighten her spirits.
“Hmph! So it really was a rumor spread by the Tiele people. They must have been badly beaten by us and now try to bolster their courage by invoking the Sui army!” A Baosu thought to himself.
They continued walking forward, and as they entered the dense forest, the sunlight dimmed abruptly. For a moment, it felt as if they had stepped into another world once again.
“Hehe! Yuming, do you really think you can change history? Sever the fate of our Li Tang dynasty? Let me tell you, this world will forever belong to me, Li Shimin!” Li Shimin suddenly rushed by his side, chuckling, then raised his treasured sword, striking down toward him.
Hou Shengbei did not realize that this spontaneous journey to the frontier not only relieved his homesickness but also saved him from a deadly calamity.