Chapter 85: Houtu Attains the Dao
A woman in yellow sat serenely atop the peerless innate treasure, the Stone of Three Lives, as if she had remained unchanged for billions of years. After a full millennium, she finally opened her eyes once more. From within her, the primordial world first emerged—a “Natural Map of Heaven and Earth,” in which the land of prehistory nurtured myriad living beings, evolving with the vitality of nature, a tangible manifestation of the Great Way of Life. Immediately after, another innate Dao map appeared: the wails of living creatures resounded across the wild earth, all things withering—the map of Death’s Path.
The orphanage kitchen spanned about a hundred square meters. Though the facilities were modest, everything was spotless; even the tiles beneath their feet gleamed, polished to a shine.
Mikhail’s helicopter soared above the New York night, and after about twenty minutes, it landed atop the Columbia Bank Building in Manhattan. As he stepped out, the executive with whom he had spoken on the phone was already there, waiting in the chilly rooftop wind.
Wei Tong chuckled lightly. One arm slipped under her neck and draped over her shoulder, the other tightened around her waist, and he pressed a leg over hers with unmistakable dominance.
Judging by the current situation, more than seventy percent of Shuncheng’s construction work was complete. The remaining tasks would require greater technical expertise—raising beams, laying tiles, whitewashing walls—all jobs that demanded experienced hands.
Wang Ye, like Zhou Shilei, had to don old-age makeup to play the father of the protagonist, Truman. Fortunately, he still had several scenes as his younger self, as well as the cherished photographs Truman kept of his father—images from his youth.
The Lord of Heaven spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale. In that instant, he had swapped his bloodline for that of a Firebird, which possessed two hearts. Thus, when Gide had pierced his heart, he survived only because he had another.
“Earlier, everyone saw Arnold’s technique—a material attack that perfectly fused the mysteries of earth, fire, water, and wind. As a four-element soul variant, Arnold’s fundamental power is truly fearsome,” the Sovereign of Death marveled again.
The three new songs Li Zhifan performed last night quickly spread online, both audio and video.
“Come on, boss, you’re getting ahead of yourself—we’re not even at the starting line yet!” Five-Eyes nearly toppled headfirst to the ground.
Zhang Zhaonu sneered, blocking the way with her horse. As the man approached, the old master made a slight movement, and the slender sword in the man’s hand shattered instantly. Even so, Yongqi clung to the hilt as he was sent flying.
Shen Li led the way, while the crowd behind grew louder, shouting all manner of slogans: “The capital review is unjust, punishment is wantonly applied!” “Punishments are cruel and leave no survivors!” “Corrupt officials run rampant, ruining ancestral laws!”—the grievances were endless.
Still, everyone understood that unless they reached the world of cultivation, they had no hope at all; if they made it there, at least a sliver of hope remained.
Now, a problem presented itself: the opponent’s cyborg possessed peak third-tier foundation strength—what could he possibly use to contend with such a foe?
“It sounds good, but if you want to build a mobile phone industry chain, what will you use as your core?” Qi Zhenhe added.
Then, in an instant, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter savagery. That eerie blue glow filled his eyes, making him appear both demonic and terrifying.
Lu Gang snorted coldly, unwilling to waste words on these useless men. He stepped closer, reaching out to feel for Cao Ang’s breath at his nose.
Yuan Tan looked at his dwindling forces: only generals Yin Kui and Zhang He remained, and barely a thousand of his own guards. No matter how brave, it was impossible to break through. Though Yuan Tan’s heart was filled with resentment, his expression had already turned to despair.