Chapter 57: The Insectoid Evolution

Shortly after the ancient witch and the others departed, a faint speck of dust drifted silently through the void, settling calmly upon the ground.

After infusing several streams of fate energy into Lin Ruobing’s nearly collapsing body to stabilize her, the Immortal Li’s figure flickered like a ghost and appeared before the ninja who had previously battled Miao Xianlong.

Upon Elder Song’s words, including Song Er and the entire Song family, all gasped sharply.

A higher plane of existence is known as the Immortal Realm to the Easterners, while in the Western world, it is called the Celestial Realm.

I’m dizzy... Han Hai’s vision darkened momentarily, for she could tell that the number of ancient Xia script characters carved on the stone wall, excluding repetitions, must be at least nine hundred. Goodness, this fellow can actually read it?

This only bolstered Xiao Qiang’s confidence further; his gaze toward Zhao Qingyan grew even more resolute.

This gave Lin Yi a chance to catch his breath. After swallowing two miraculous pills, his vitality and blood circulation recovered significantly.

“What are you two, old and young, whispering about so intimately?” Chu Yuanxi approached with her hands behind her back and surprisingly sat down on the steps, right next to Zhao Taichu.

After shattering the sword aura, the jade hand pressed down once more; the lingering crimson sword intent dissolved into mist under its touch.

These guards were elite assassins personally trained by the Grand Priest, utterly devoted and fiercely loyal to her.

At this moment, Chu Yan had already begun to consider retreat; his divine awareness surged as he contacted the Kun Emperor, ready to withdraw at any moment.

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From afar, witnessing the tense standoff between the Three Elders of Purple Flame and Tang Yi, and hearing the heavy tension in their exchange, the crowd began to murmur.

Murong Banruo also knew this was a critical moment; she did not hold back and directly sucked his finger forcefully.

Prime Minister Parson and Military Minister Lucerne sat alone in the conference room, a round table that could hold twenty, but only the two occupied chairs on one side.

The absorption process lasted only a moment; immediately after, all forces of attraction and mysterious phenomena vanished as if they had never existed.

After a moment of silence, Li Yu, begrudgingly defeated by Tian Mo’s lecherousness, still handed over some of his gold and silver to Tian Mo’s group. Though not reluctant, he remained displeased; Tian Mo only smiled slyly in response.

“Hua Lao, what are you saying? He didn’t look at him like that at all!” Behind her veil, Hua Ruotong’s delicate face flushed slightly, softly chiding.

“Who exactly are you?” As he spoke, Song Ming’s hand now wielded a flickering longsword—his Domain Sword. Radiating divine light, this signaled the full activation of Song Ming’s domain.

Zhang Yi had witnessed the previous battle achievements. He had assumed that, given his status, the young man would never dare to attack him.

Tian Mo sneezed and muttered under his breath, sensing something was off.

Sensing the situation, Yun Xiao’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately used his spiritual power to carefully scan his body. This sensation was both shocking and joyous—it was a sign of an imminent breakthrough.

This was Mihoes, the newly appointed Grand Knight Commander of Rosen, of noble birth, in his prime at thirty. A month ago, he had broken through to the Sky-Change Mid Realm, and because Rosen was actively recruiting talent, he was naturally promoted to Grand Knight Commander, already a rising star within Rosen’s Northern Army.

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But now, as the energy settled, the process was quite the opposite; one could carefully observe every subtle change, even appreciate the different forms it took at various moments.

Divine weapon, immortal aid, jade ruyi? Impossible. Not even a colossal Eastern Sea giant demon blocking the way could be cleaved in two by it.

The evergreen swelled in the wind; its broad green leaves turned into a cloud canopy, blotting out the sky as they surged toward Peng Yin and the others.

The joyous renovation team was sent away after the trivial money disputes. Qiao Hongliang refused to leave; Wei Xian was helpless—he certainly couldn’t knock him unconscious with a brick. If he accidentally killed him, he’d be imprisoned. “Anyway, there’s nothing to see,” Wei Xian thought and let Qiao Hongliang be.

The sea at night resembled the dark sky, dotted faintly with stars. Yet, under the wind’s caress, the starry canvas constantly rippled and shifted, displaying countless forms for heaven and earth to admire.

Tie Yan was well aware of this and thus, under the pretext of the beast tamers’ excess, allowed each person to bring two attendants.

After retreating from this vast and tumultuous battlefield, he needed to compose himself. The rain of arrows, the fiery infernos, the fearless young warriors facing death, and the steadfast Senar commander standing firm with the banner—all these images lingered vividly in his mind.

The pure white’s essence of cold swirled around its body in strands. The lake’s surface visibly froze at an extraordinary speed; within seconds, five or six meters of water solidified into hard ice crystals, sparkling dazzlingly under the sunlight. Vast waves of cold mist rose gently, resembling a celestial realm.