Chapter 47: Impossible!
“Heh heh—seems like it’s time to make you all face reality. Witch priestess, Grass Ghost Granny, show them what you’re capable of,” Luo Kun chuckled as he gave instructions to the two elderly figures beside him, amused that the old ghost dared to argue back.
Lin An stood frozen, watching as Gong Lingrui pulled Shiba away. He glanced a few more times at Yu Meier before following behind them.
Yin Yin, uncharacteristically passive throughout the incident, didn’t immediately return but instead went along quietly. When they arrived back at the base, she even helped organize the dolls to be sent out to fans.
Hao Qiang’s dice finally stopped rolling, and everyone gazed at the numbers. After seeing the results, the Earth faction collectively sighed.
Now, Savi approached his own body, naturally sensing its orientation. Although Lu Chuan had yet to reach even the Earth Immortal realm, pondering the Way seemed somewhat premature, perhaps needless worry.
“Speaking of the An family twins, haven’t heard from them lately. Where have they been off to this time?” Bai Ze asked curiously.
He wasn’t just an ordinary shopaholic; he was the kind who couldn’t stop sending red envelopes, a rare breed indeed.
His relics consisted of a stack of ordinary drawing papers—some depicted a family of three, others unknown models—nothing particularly special.
These two worlds were the very battlegrounds of the previous world war, now seemingly both sides wounded. The true champions were trapped within the river of fate, unable to return for now. Thus, the Taoist elders issued a mission to explore these two realms.
Unexpectedly, in this arena contest, Le Bing proved the fiercest and most captivating.
The Jade Cauldron took its leave, with arrangements still to be made at Jade Spring Mountain. Within the Sumeru Palace, a multicolored stone shattered, producing a stone egg the size of a sphere, which transformed into a stone monkey. Fully formed with features and limbs, it soon learned to crawl and walk, paying respects to the four directions.
“Madam, where is this?” Xu Ziling realized they were no longer in the secret chamber but inside a room. Strangely, it was neither his room nor the madam’s.
After Yu Weiyan finished speaking, she turned to Huang Cenzhi. Though her dance was beautiful, it was the most traditional. The next dance she would perform was one no one in all of Jiuzhou could replicate—a magnificent choreography with a stunning, ethereal artistic conception that offered a new level of beauty.
Upon hearing this, the Three Purities were deeply moved. It seemed the Jade Cauldron had truly become like a nephew upon taking form and joining them.
Though the carts were said to be full of supplies, the total number of horses and camels was limited. Many captured people were pushing carts; even if they weren’t taken for labor, this indicated that the loot mainly consisted of metal goods and riches.
The road grew much smoother and more formal—air-conditioned coaches with no overcrowding, no smoking, nor loud chatter. Yet Ouyang Fenghua felt something was missing inside the vehicle.
Suddenly, a massive red claw shot out from the cage, its terrifying talons clawing deeply into the iron bars. The exposed claws pressed on the ground, emitting sizzling smoke. The claw tips hovered mere inches from Naruto’s position—any closer, and he would have been gutted.
“It’s invisible indeed,” Xing Tianyu thought, suddenly sensing something was off. That blurry humanoid black mass floated about a foot above the ground, drifting aimlessly, completely formless.
When humans first appeared, they struggled to survive in the cracks, far from the dominant roles they now played. Back then, demons ruled the heavens and witches controlled the earth. But as the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain; two rulers cannot coexist. Thus, clashes between witches and demons were constant, culminating in the legendary Witch-Demon War.
In this spring of desires, amid wildflowers in full bloom, the Okamoto 001 would fall into eternal slumber while time management continued.
The designer had indeed altered Ike’s ecology—adding AP bonuses and weakening his tank attributes—to encourage him to return to the mid lane.
Regarding last year’s events, several tribes had agreed not to move about without cause. Except for Teng She’s faction, any crossing required the leader’s presence. Whether to disarm or not was left to individual choice.
The road became increasingly remote; eventually, there were no streetlights—just a national highway threading through the forest. Road signs reflected harshly under headlights.
Since Song Yunyun would work here in the future, any mistreatment could deter others from speaking out afterward.
Under Jiang Cha’s command, Sheng Nanqi captured an octopus and, perplexingly, skewered the tender meat. Even the steamed buns were sliced and threaded onto skewers.
Now, the opponent had handed him a chance to trap the new protagonist. If he didn’t meddle with this innate treasure, wouldn’t it squander the goodwill of the Azure Celestial Realm?
Of course, the White Wind God chose Murong Sui not for his ability but because no one else was available.
Ice’s ultimate opened the battle, the prince charged with gem-lit brilliance, Galio’s ultimate followed, shaking the earth. After Liu Qingsong unleashed his cosmic radiance, Li Jinggou locked onto the wall and led the team to swiftly eliminate Taliyah.
Rewards did not include lifespan; ravaging one’s body inevitably shortened life. Thus, demon suppressors risked their lives to restrain evil.
The Moon Goddess’s phantom struck mercilessly, ten fingers flicking to shatter nodes within space. Massive erosive forces collapsed and clashed, significantly slowing the rotation of the Wheel of Myriad Transformations.
Yan Xiaxia was puzzled and, ignoring the scenery outside, hurriedly pulled Gong Si Chen upstairs to find their son.
A dozens-of-meters-wide impact scar stretched from the ice zone forward. As the temperature slightly rose, it heralded the end of this icy region.
Since the puppet Manchurian regime was established in the northeast, the cultivation of cymbidiums was mostly outside the pass, and the price speculation centered on a provincial capital beyond the frontier.
“Help me pick out a few more sets, including shoes,” he suddenly asked again, his tone noticeably gentler.
For some reason, ever since meeting me, Doctor Han had treated me with exceptional care. I felt as though I had latched onto someone’s favor once again.