Chapter 57: The Shura Field! The Person He Loves Is the Heir's Consort

In the blink of an eye, I had reached the sixth stage of the Supremacy Realm. Here, in this heavenly realm, how many brothers and irreplaceable people had I met along the way.

As he walked down this path, Shen Yi unconsciously realized that he had never been able to come up with a decent offensive skill. No matter how he enhanced his abilities, the progression always seemed to push him onto the path of basic attacks.

Suddenly, the four of them felt the world spinning around them. Their fields of vision were filled with fleeting shadows and shifting lights, as space itself warped and changed with every passing moment.

"Song Qing, hand over the antidote. From now on, we can still be friends. If you refuse to give it to us, how do you expect us to trust you?" Yang Chan said, her brows furrowed tightly as she glared at Song Qing.

The night was silent. The twenty-odd children, exhausted from a full day, had drifted off to dreamland early. Of course, Han Feng was the exception; after a day filled with excitement, his agitated mood was finally gradually calming down.

Divine thunder was the most mysterious power between heaven and earth. Unlike ordinary lightning, it possessed the power to destroy everything. There were many who could control the power of lightning, but no one had ever been able to control divine thunder. This was because it was a power that belonged to the heavens alone.

The clear and bright long sword looked much the same as before, but only Su Jing could discern that the two sides of the blade bore faint markings: one side subtly revealed scale patterns, while the other was faintly embroidered with feather patterns. Moreover, beneath the ancient seal script of the words "Northern Darkness" on the sword guard, two new words had been added: "Sea and Sky."

An event that influenced the overall situation of the realm and directly disrupted the Gathering of the Purple Zenith and Yellow Chart was not something the Eight Views Palace would ignore. While Xin Yi was in the southwest, another Earth Immortal expert had directly arrived in the Southern Realm to hold down the fort.

The blood-colored scimitar crossed the obstacle between the two of them and landed directly upon him.

How could Su Jing not be shocked? He turned to look at Chi Mu. Understanding what Su Jing wanted to ask, Chi Mu simply shook his head, indicating that he himself had no idea why the Three Corpses were able to draw their swords at will.

"If we don't do this, we'll die even more miserably. Tell me, who is the Saint Ancestor residing within Old Bai's body?" Ye Han, engulfed in the berserk rage of dragon blood, already possessed an imposing aura no less formidable than Bai Junye's. Wielding the Crimson Dragon Halberd, he stood steadfastly among the evil weapons, gazing quietly at Bai Junye.

The ground here was paved with jade, flat and smooth yet astonishingly soft, as if stepping upon cotton. White mists continuously rose from the surroundings, making one feel as though they were standing above the clouds.

Around Qilin Peak, the figure in white rushed forward in a flurry, eagerly looking forward to a good show. Unexpectedly, things took an unforeseen turn; coming to an abrupt and violent halt, he immediately found a hiding spot.

However, before this Eternal-class immortal being could make a move, a voice echoed from within the Primordial Star Clan.

"Did I give too much?" Xiao Yi thought to himself as he watched Guan Hu's retreating figure. Still, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing; as for learning, he could just consider it the tuition fee, and the experience of those veterans was exceptionally precious.

"Big brother has actually stayed down there for so long. Could it be that he fell asleep?" Changes finally occurred within the magma sea, and Bai Junye's heart finally steadied somewhat. Gazing into the magma sea, he couldn't help but make a joke.

After all, the Immortal Palace was the mausoleum of a supreme celestial. Being a mausoleum, it naturally had restrictive barriers. Aside from reincarnated celestials, for anyone else to try to enter was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

After replying to Master Qin Qiu, Lin Ruge opened other messages to check them. Most of them were itinerary reports sent simply because she had answered that phone call.

"Wife, sit down for a moment, I want to ask you something." Lin Feng glanced up, and seeing that no one seemed to be heading in their direction, he spoke to Zhang Ziqi with a serious expression.

Ye Han traversed the air without stopping. Ahead of him was the spectacular sight of thousands of terrifying thunderbolts striking straight down upon the earth, forming a thick, imposing curtain of thunder. Without a moment's hesitation, enveloped in raging flames, Ye Han forcefully charged right through it.

Watching Su Qianxian and Zhan Beixiao exchange glances, the jealousy burning in Jiang Qingwu's heart surged violently.

Su Rongyu, who had been completely quiet and even somewhat dazed the entire time, suddenly raised his head and looked at his disheveled mother with a chaotic look in her eyes.

Because her colleagues at the company had been looking at her with increasingly strange expressions lately—especially just now in the underground parking lot when she stepped out of Yun Yixuan's car—the eyes of those colleagues were simply brimming with gossip.

She sent Chen Qi a message to ask for leave, then turned off her phone and wandered aimlessly through the streets. She didn't even know how long she had been walking until her foot stepped on a sharp object, sending a piercing pain straight to her heart, which made her realize that her legs were aching with exhaustion.

The attendant kept his head lowered, not daring to ask what the matter was, but judging by Prince Ning's expression, it was clearly not good news—someone must have suffered heavy losses somewhere.

Ye Zinian could clearly sense the countless gazes directed at her from all around, waiting and watching.

Li Jiumei happily took a sip of red wine, then picked up the large ladle from the chicken soup and served herself a bowl.

Chu Qinghuan watched the people around her pointing at her, taking pictures, and recording videos, feeling so awkward she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Yun Yixuan glanced at his grandmother who was concerned about him, and shook his head, indicating that he wasn't entirely clear about it either.

Consequently, with a swift stretch of his long arm, he easily hooked the back of her head. With another gentle pull, how could she possibly have any chance of escape?