Chapter 49: The Great East African Savannah

The group from Penglai drove westward from Nairobi in two rented cars, and before long, they caught sight of one of East Africa’s great geographical wonders: the East African Rift Valley, stretching 5,800 kilometers and often called the scar of the earth.

“Wow, how deep is that?” Rong Aiyu’s eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed at the crevice stretching toward the horizon beside their vehicle.

“They say it’s between one and two thousand meters,” Zhen Ye, who was driving, replied with a smile. Even with all of today’s manpower and resources, it would be impossible to carve out such a magnificent structure. This was the true handiwork of nature’s mysterious power.

With a flick of Shen Long’s wrist, a yellow glimmer slipped from his sleeve and vanished into the earth—it was the Iron-Tailed Scorpion.

Despite her delicate appearance, Xu Jinxi possessed formidable combat strength; most men were no match for her. At noon, feeling a bit hungry, she went out to find something to eat, only to discover that Xu Jiang was nowhere to be found. She headed to the kitchen to cook. Over the past two years, she had picked up some culinary skills from watching Xu Jiang prepare meals.

Yang Yixin agreed; even the merchant caravans of the Gu family from the True Spirit Clan had been attacked. It had become quite dangerous for cultivators at the Ascendant stage to travel alone.

Jiang Xu’s demeanor visibly softened when Su Yuli’s answer finally changed from “none left.” Glancing at the menu, he couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips curl ever so slightly.

Zhang Yuanhao was constantly in seclusion. Even for the highest immortals of the Zhang family, meeting him was no easy task.

The paparazzo hired by Wen Wan stood thoughtfully for a moment before deciding he had completed his assignment and that it was time to leave.

There were cheers and laughter all around; by now, it no longer mattered whether Li Jiangliu brought good news or bad.

Apparently, just after this so-called life-prolonging ritual, the spirits still retained self-awareness and were even capable of seizing bodies.

She no longer intended to marry; she just wanted to live out her days in peace and quiet.

In a hidden corner, Tote rolled up his sleeve, revealing a pulsating lump of flesh, the veins forming the shape of a human face.

In such an era, to be so thin was not uncommon, but Ye Zhen noticed the fabric of the other’s clothing was of the finest quality.

No wonder they were professional bodyguards. The slightest commotion immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but she was gentle and kind, and since her arrival, she had brought countless benefits to their village.

Another man stood nearby, rugged and rough, wielding a pair of twin hammers charged with shifting energy. Yet, in his eyes, as he looked at the refined young man, there was a trace of awe.

As the two were about to leave, Uncle De opened the heavy iron door. Suddenly, a familiar energy wafted out, causing the Universe Pearl in Yang Chen’s dantian to stir restlessly.

As for why he didn’t release the Eye of Secrets... Tote exhaled quietly through his nose—he owed all that to Totlensosst’s blessing.

Though each possessed a unique aura, one could see a shared curiosity about themselves in their beautiful eyes.

Everyone was in a state of helplessness, only to realize that Charlotte stood with eyes closed, as if sensing something profound.

In an effort to cheer up Wei Yunlian, Yu You steeled herself and snatched a bolt of silk from the fabric store for her.

Seeing the look of terror on his disciples’ faces, Soul-less grew anxious and shouted hurriedly.

Qing’e approached the cradle and studied the baby closely. The child’s features were exquisite, almost unnaturally handsome—a boy destined to captivate all who beheld him.

At that moment, every eye was fixed on the arena’s center. Ever since Lin Yi detonated the fireball, Bai Hua had been blasted out, yet Lin Yi himself was nowhere to be seen.

Second Brother nodded politely and rose to leave, but as he reached the door, Zhao Dongyang suddenly called out to him.

“Huh?” Ilan Ditu, consumed by curiosity, immediately stepped inside. After all, it was the first time in his life he had ever witnessed something like this.

Xuan Ming looked toward the old man at the sound of his voice and declared, “Even if you live another thirty to fifty thousand years, you still won’t be my match.” With that, Xuan Ming made a swift, elegant flourish with his sword, and as the sword light swept past, Elder Huang’s flute shattered into fragments.