Chapter 98: The Summoning and the Establishment of the Zhunti Sect

Upon hearing Yang Mei mention the fallen Pangu, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's expression grew slightly solemn, yet he felt no fear. Hongjun understood clearly that if the three paths of the primordial world stood on equal footing, endless strife would ensue; but if Hongjun alone reigned supreme, eternal peace would prevail.

Though the Three Purities, Hou Tu, and Nuwa were descendants of Pangu, as the Dao Ancestor of Heaven’s Way, Hongjun devoted himself wholeheartedly to maintaining the world's stability and harmony, bearing no fault in this.

Regardless of whether Pangu lived or died,

he carried on his phone a snapshot capturing the outline of Pangu’s footprints. There was little to see, but he had formed a habit of looking at it daily when outside, never growing tired of it.

The warm sun shone brightly, invigorating the flora with vibrant life and the full bloom of spring, yet it could never illuminate the shadows of sorrow and hesitation buried deep within her heart.

Though they knew little about the Primordial Star Water, a rare treasure capable of strengthening the divine body and refining godly power, such items were seldom heard of and usually priceless beyond measure.

The battlefield was ideally divided into four fronts, but now there were only three, and one seemed on the verge of collapse. Thus, Nairuo planned to prioritize reinforcement there.

That purple-blue bead was unfamiliar to him, with no records in his memory. Yet the thunderclap before him seemed to reveal its origin.

“I understand. Then go ahead. After all, Old Wen treats you so well; by now, you should fulfill your filial duties. You told me about his condition before—he’s a pitiable man.”

Frustrated, someone secretly unleashed their martial soul, covertly directing a palm strike towards Sumu.

Yet when they arrived at the city lord’s manor, Qin Yun was taken aback—it was far more dilapidated than expected, even worse than some common wealthy merchants’ residences.

Approaching closer, the subtle yet intoxicating scent of Shen Bingyun’s perfume enveloped them, elusive and endlessly alluring.

“Sister, the prince is such a formidable figure; how could a mere eunuch like Liu stand a chance? Don’t worry—nothing will happen to him,” she reassured Chu Tong, who had just sat down again. Only then did she exhale quietly and once more, casually offer the tea to Chu Tong.

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To their perception, Li Xing’s cultivation was but at the Spirit Yuan realm, mere ants easily extinguished with a breath.

For six days, Mo Lei remained in a deep coma, utterly unresponsive to the outside world. No matter how they called, he showed no sign of awakening. Although an elder had visited several times, the prognosis was grim, plunging their already anxious hearts into icy despair.

Da Xi Yaoshui and Gou Jian also gathered cautiously, vigilantly scanning their surroundings before nervously focusing on Mo Lei.

Zhang Jun was incredulous. There was no way he hadn’t been chosen. He asked the person in charge whether they explained the reason for rejection.

Xue Linglong gently reminded, then intertwined her fingers with Jiang Shenwu’s. Their hearts seemed to reunite, inseparable. Linglong’s moist, ruby lips parted slightly, releasing a faint wisp of white smoke that, as if sentient, drifted toward Jiang Shenwu’s mouth and nose.

Leng Minyi raised his head slightly, watching the figure depart. The heavy stone doors slammed shut at his wave, as if beyond them lay a new world entirely.

“It’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed, smiling like a cat who had just overheard honeyed secrets—innocent and carefree, unsure if she spoke of the flowers or the person.

Having resolved his doubts, Ling Yi’s eyes gleamed sharply. Though his cultivation had long stalled, signs of breakthrough now surfaced, only to be suppressed by Ling Yi’s own restraints due to untimely circumstances.

Zhu Erdan’s wife, Ke Shaorong, was innocently caught in the turmoil and later died tragically in childbirth, leaving lingering resentment.

This was too lame! To feign prowess, one must first master subtlety; if nothing fits, better not to bring anything at all. The Heavenly King’s flagship had once revealed its capabilities, but Saint Luomalen, still uncertain of the situation, refrained from deploying the flagship, interpreting this as a measure to keep techniques secret.

Based on upcoming years’ gameplay, Ye Hua knew well how unpopular the militia profession was. Most players who took it up could not withstand the team’s prejudice and soon abandoned it, spending a fortune to cleanse their characters or restart anew.

Liu Bian smiled faintly, nodded, then looked outside. The day was growing late, so he made some arrangements before hastening to the emperor’s dining hall, unwilling to keep the emperor waiting.

“Mom—” Sisi felt a bit embarrassed, convinced it was impossible. Brother Su Yan was already excellent, yet she lacked that kind of feeling.

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The past was the past; now was now. Since being sealed by that woman Hongjun, Wu You had become a mortal with experience but no power.

“That’s right,” Luo Hong nodded in acknowledgment. No need to ask—Xu Haotian likely guessed from the herbs he had requested, so Luo Hong saw no need to conceal anything.

Director Gao’s condition had improved markedly. A renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he prescribed himself a formula and, after two days, seemed fine—since the illness was not structural but caused by sudden emotional stress.

Yet, as Luo Hong watched the tornado swiftly approaching, he knew today’s disaster would not be as easily overcome as before.

Meanwhile, Liu Bian noticed the opposing army led by Zhou Yu had suddenly fallen silent. Puzzled, he wondered why—they had only suffered minor setbacks. The battlefield flames had died down, so why the hesitation?

Zheng Nan immediately called Qu Shuang over, assigning guards around the hospital ward. Only after securing Hu Shiman’s safety could he leave with Li Shan’s carriage assuredly.

When Qin Shi and the Demon Lord emerged from the spatial realm, they promptly received news; Qin Shi then headed to the main hall.

Originally, Qian Ye had intended to remain an outsider, uninvolved in their affairs. But now, with Young Master Yu in danger and Dong Xuanhai forbidding his intervention, matters grew complicated.

Prime Minister Qin chuckled lightly, reaching out to pull his wife’s shoulder, intending to draw her into his embrace.

“Hey, Mom, are you talking to a street dance champion?” Wei Jiao Jiao rolled her eyes at Lin Miaofeng.