Though the years remain, storms of wind and snow have come and gone.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let Ji Zhenhong go..." Liang Zuan hung his head, a few strands of hair clinging to his sharply defined face. His cold, obsidian eyes shimmered like a dawning Milky Way, scattered starlight flickering within their depths. The icy pupils carried a hint of unearthly beauty. His skin, usually a cold alabaster, now appeared deathly pale.

His entire being seemed cold, enigmatic, crystalline, and profound, suffused with a sense of fragility, like mist lingering in a mountain valley, ready to be swept away by the wind and vanish without a trace.

Moving at the speed of the Nebula Divine Movement Technique, Yan Yuncheng had been climbing for three hours straight. All around him, the world was awash in gold, yet the phoenix trees seemed endless—he could not see their tops. Still, the summoning in his heart only grew stronger, the fire phoenix mark on his chest burning a vivid red, as if it might come alive at any moment.

"Ah! Master, you mustn't do this—you've only just taken charge, and there are so many things that need your decision!" Niu Leshan, alarmed by Tu Ming's words, rushed forward, urging him anxiously.

"Enough, you pick something. See which cultivation technique suits you. Perhaps your breakthrough lies hidden within one of these. I'll go fetch Wu Dazhuang." With that, Old Medicine flickered away, leaving the cave dwelling.

The so-called relief rations were not food at all, but pressed blocks of moldy radish leaves and such.

Lu Shanmin scratched his head in embarrassment. "Just kidding—she's actually my sister."

Lei Zhenkong immediately pointed at Lanruo Pavilion, his face contorted with rage, though he couldn't manage to say a word.

The Dream of Three Lifetimes finished speaking, patted his arm, and then his expression darkened. Was this feeble body really his Extreme Stone physique?

They walked halfway up the mountain, where a flat stretch held a small fort. The fort contained six stone houses with tiled roofs, and behind them, a cave entrance was half-hidden. Xie Gongbao followed Lü Lun into the stronghold, then slipped into the cave—a large cavern, not more than ten meters deep, more a chamber than a true tunnel.

When Locke and his companions left Jiuchong Mountain, they didn't disturb a soul. No one even noticed they had ever stayed among the bony peaks.

During the banquet, while exchanging pleasantries with Locke, the supreme knight-lord, the elder Namekian, Grand Elder Piccolo, took the opportunity to introduce the young Namekian seated at the far end of the table.

But in order to save her, Li Mu had unhesitatingly allowed the Saint King to transfer a millennium's worth of merit to her. Without those thousand years of merit to offset it, she would never have survived this tribulation on her path to Golden Immortal.

Some among them possessed martial prowess, wielding strength beyond measure, impervious to blades and spears, capable of standing alone against ten, or even a hundred foes.

Wu Furu let out a heavy sigh of relief. Suspension for three months—serious and embarrassing, but nothing too dire in his eyes. He'd already made plenty of money; three months off would let the public furor die down, and after that, life would resume as before.

All around, vision was swallowed by a gray, featureless void—a special space without time or dimension, devoid of matter or life of any kind.

A disciple of the Hall of Justice opened his mouth to refuse, but seeing Chu Yunfeng's pleading expression, scratched his head and handed over the jade token.

Unfortunately, the firecrackers and fireworks that the City Third Construction had laid on the ground had long since been moved by the second brother to their own side.

"Thank you, doctor." Ji Yancheng cradled the pitiful Ye Li. Her wounds had been treated, her tears dried, but the tearstains still streaked her face, making her look all the more woeful.

When Chen Qianzai had first entered the stone hall and seen the statues identical to those in the castle's great hall, he already had his suspicions.

Her explanation was too feeble; even Madam Wu found it unconvincing, but she couldn't think of anything else to comfort her.

Having finally finished the composition, arrangement, and lyrics, Xu Feng slumped into his chair, groaned, stretched, then took off his headphones and reached for the phone that had been lying beside him for some time, ready to contact Rong Huaqian and ask her to deliver the internal evaluation for him.