Chapter 44: The Sheepskin Scroll

Gao Zhengyang ignored the fluctuations of energy within the Blood God Banner and instead steadied his mind, diving ever deeper into the heart of the artifact. In the world of cultivation, however, few paid attention to such matters. It was rare for anyone to mention it, so when Liu San chose such an obscure place for such a momentous duel, people were filled with doubt and confusion.

Yet by now, no one believed that Yincheng had any hope of creating a miracle. Just the two attacks from Old Li alone were flawless in both speed and angle, leaving Yincheng seemingly with no chance to evade.

Upon reaching the mountaintop and seeing the ochre walls, the sturdy hidden fortress, and the row of stone houses in the same earthen hue, Young Lord Huang’s first target had already been confirmed.

Gao Zhengyang also knew in his heart that he was the primary target. The spiritual connection had first been made with him, and then extended to Ying Wu.

Ha! Damn it! This woman really has done her homework on me. I wonder if she’s bored enough to have checked what color underwear I’m wearing today.

And when Chu Fan and the others removed their gaming headsets, Chu Fan noticed something: the old soldier and Nightfire were locked in a silent gaze.

The man in black chuckled, putting away the jade token. He was in no hurry to leave, instead clasping his hands behind his back as he wandered the room, pausing to study the grand maritime map hanging on the wall.

If this deduction was correct, then why had he never noticed before that the Dingguang Relic was constantly changing his dharmic body’s aptitude? Why was it only now, at this point, that he realized it?

Liu Gang cupped his fists in gratitude. He knew how precious the Foundation Establishment Pill Lin Xu had given him was. This might be his only chance in life to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, so he would seize it with all his might. He would never attempt such a breakthrough recklessly, even if Lin Xu hadn’t warned him.

On that ever-shifting wildland of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter hung suspended, as if time itself had frozen.

As soon as the words were spoken, a black hole appeared in the tunnel ahead, identical to the one Lei Yi and his companions had used to enter. They knew at once—they had arrived in ancient times.

After hearing their eldest brother, the Dragon Eagle King, speak, the Tiger Eagle King, Cloud Eagle King, Golden Eagle King, Hunter Eagle King, and Violent Eagle King led their avian beasts in strict obedience. Thus, they completely destroyed the Invincible Patriarch’s immortal mansion and began slaughtering the surrounding populace.

Tu Su rose to his feet and spoke with gratitude. He knew that the old grandmaster had accompanied him in cultivation throughout this period, sharing all the hardship.

“My identity doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that our goals are the same.” Her figure grew fainter, slowly fading from the air itself.

He instantly felt himself on the brink of death, as if You Han before him could kill him at any moment.

Li Ru hardened his heart. “My lord, are you ready?” Dong Zhuo knew that for the sake of survival, there was no avoiding this. He could only steel himself, biting back grief, and nodded.

Lu Shouhai dared not let his guard down, gathering his inner force into a transparent shield that enveloped his body. His gaze swept the sky, searching for Lin Yi’s trace.

“What’s wrong? We’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you going to prepare?” I turned to see Si Yi in a somewhat worn, pale gray robe.

Gu Luo’s boots struck the bluestone street of the outer quarter with a steady “tap, tap, tap.” Long Yue followed half a pace behind, the two together resembling the idle sons of great families.

Yet when the fuse of the black powder burned out, a massive wave of heat blasted toward Sword Douluo, accompanied by thunderous rumbling.

Behind her, the massive form of an Eastern Azure Dragon appeared, dozens of yards long. She leapt, alighting on its head. With a sweep of her blade, she unleashed her second divine power—the Azure Dragon and the Seven Stars.

Only then did they return to the base, but this time they discovered that Xia Ziqian and her friends were all there as well.

According to Zhu Ziliang, the Tomb of the God of Space would open in three months, in a primeval forest within the Star Luo Empire. The sole restriction: only soul masters aged thirty and under could enter.

Pei Yuetong did not move, simply gripping her dagger while allowing the Stone-Hearted Monkey’s spiritual power to strike her. As soon as the monkey reached her, she flashed behind it and plunged the dagger into its head.

He entered and sat down beside Chi Xun, his action drawing a noticeable shift in everyone’s eyes. It made their relationship clear: while they might not appear overtly friendly, they were certainly not enemies.

When Pei Li saw Pei Mu mock her and then try to leave, she immediately attacked. Pei Mu, being less skilled, had no chance to react, and Pei Li’s palm struck her squarely.

Chu Chen was overwhelmed with heartache, now seriously doubting whether the system simply could not bear to see him become a wealthy man.

“Seems you don’t want to go out. Then just stay home and behave,” Pei Yuetong said with a smile, glancing at Pei Bai.

For her, no pastry could ever compare to the osmanthus cake her mother made. Night Brother knew this, Lan Mufeng knew it, but he alone did not. She understood all his preferences, yet how much of her joys and sorrows did he truly know?

In the end, Qin Lie simply returned to sit before the shadow wall, gazing at the dragon relief in a silent daze.

“Consort!” A head peeked cautiously from behind the door, glaring at him as if bearing the weight of the world’s sorrows.

When Leng Yue saw Meng Yuchen’s expression begin to crumble, her heart filled with rage. Her compassion for him was matched only by her loathing for those two siblings. Her aura shifted, radiating such power that it inspired fear.

Seeing that everyone was tired, Leng Yue suggested visiting the Listening Rain Pavilion to watch an opera, giving everyone a chance to rest. The three had no objections, for they were indeed exhausted.

Xingtai and the others listened to Yuanling’s story with envy, each silently resolving to leave with Yuanling this time, no matter what.