The phoenix returns from the nine heavens; Nirvana sets the four seas ablaze.

Di Yan gently stroked the grayish-white bark of the ginkgo tree beside him. This was a mutated ginkgo tree with a full thousand years of age, bearing the marks of time in every detail.

His face suddenly turned cold, his fingers curling into claws as he gouged out a large chunk of bark, leaving behind emerald-green sap.

"Don't... don't kill me, I'll bear ginkgo fruit for you..."

Having experienced the sweet benefits of life-type abilities when she previously encountered Liu Yi, the ginkgo tree had frequently used its fruit to tempt nearby mutants, and had now advanced from the fifth rank to—

Qin Feng was stirred with excitement, his eyes widening as he broke into a curse. Catching Ouyang Feifei and Li Aoqiang looking over, he hurriedly lowered his voice again.

Generally speaking, the techniques a cultivator masters belong to them and are never forgotten. Unless they attain immense power and disdain the use of their initial, crude methods, the idea that they would forget how to use them is practically impossible.

Even those oblivious to the news, citizens who paid no attention to major national affairs, knew that a new genetically modified plant had appeared in China. It played a vital role primarily in absorbing polluted gases, trapping dust, and capturing heavy metals.

Elder Zong then began to speak. The beginning was identical to what the old man had said, but Qin Feng caught differences in the latter part.

At this moment, Liu Weiwei and Tian Rui finally softened their expressions, and then burst into gloating, derisive laughter.

"No problem." Su Liu cheerfully agreed, feeling quite pleased in her heart. After all, for Liu Tian to say such a thing meant that she might still hold a place in his heart; otherwise, he wouldn't remember those past events.

Ning Lan turned her head to glance at Qin Feng. Had it been before, he certainly would have flirted and rambled nonsense to her for ages, which she would have loathed to the extreme. Yet now that he had truly fallen silent, she found herself unaccustomed to it.

However, Chen Junxiong had only just assumed the throne of the sovereign state, and his arrival this time had been extremely high-profile, with quite a few people following behind just to watch the spectacle. If he were to back down like this now, wouldn't it make him a laughingstock?

"There are many strange people holding torches, approaching the Count's Castle. Lord Matingdale has ordered us to be on alert," the guard replied.

Yet, what use was all of this? My life has been ruined, and Vera has left this world. The price of hatred is mutual destruction.

The spacious office was shrouded in gloom, with only the lamp on Qiao Anming's desk casting a bright circle. He sat right beneath that pool of soft light, head bowed as he worked. He wasn't wearing a coat; his dark brown cashmere sweater made his originally striking demeanor appear even more stern and somber.

"There is no prophecy, no one can truly foresee the future..." Hu Shuntang stopped abruptly just as he said this, because he suddenly remembered Angela, the reporter, telling him about Li Zhaonian producing a future newspaper. Unable to continue, his voice trailed off.

"What did you say? Say that again!" Nangong Wei made a motion to leap down from her horse and settle accounts with Bai Yufei.

"I don't know, you can go ask him yourself," Leng Dianchen shook his head, looking distinctly listless.

An old saying goes: It's not the thief you fear, but the thief who keeps you in mind. Now, with so many thieves and desperate criminals single-mindedly searching for the Dark Sovereign, even someone with methods as boundless as the Dark Sovereign's would inevitably slip up. Three years later, his hiding place was finally tracked down.

"Humph, let's see where you can run now!" A forceful voice rang out from ahead, carrying a hint of mockery.

"What on earth is going on? Why did this happen so suddenly? Wasn't an injection given just a moment ago? Shouldn't the fever have broken? Why is he suddenly like this?" I was growing anxious, so my tone naturally lacked any restraint.

Therefore, An Ruoran truly did not wish to feel as though she were imprisoned—stuck in the Lin Garden, trapped by Leng Dianchen's side, unable to step outside for a long time. This was not the life An Ruoran wanted.

Chu Muping zoomed in on the observation range of the spaceship, only to discover that the two figures were extremely familiar to him: one was his younger sister, and the other turned out to be Zhang Yuan, the Governor of Heiyue who had previously covered his escape from the Imperial Capital.