Mother Route Ending

Every place of inheritance is invariably fraught with thorns and filled with perils. Only those endowed with immense perseverance, great fortune, and profound wisdom can hack through the brambles, endure untold hardships, and ultimately attain it.

My scalp tingled. The flames that even evil spirits and paper effigies feared immensely were extinguished by her with a single breath?

For someone at the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm to suddenly erupt with power surpassing the upper stage of the Heavenly Realm was exceedingly bizarre.

Xiao Celin gazed coldly at Tang Yuansi, who had volunteered to come forward, unmasked indignation hidden deep within his eyes.

Neural cells, cardiomyocytes, skeletal muscle cells, and other such specialized cells possess no regenerative capacity; once damaged, they are irrecoverable.

Led by Tang Beizhou and Jiang Junxian, two teams ventured inside, only to discover that the so-called valley was merely an entrance, leading to a winding passage within.

Wu Bai's heart skipped a beat, his pupils instantly contracting to the size of wheat awns, sharp and intimidating. He had underestimated the old bastard's cruelty.

From that moment on, only a few members of the South Korean delegation, alongside Jiang Dongxu and Anthony, remained alive.

He sat astride a horse, standing upon an elevated platform, while the others stood close by, clustering around him.

The sharp arrows emitted a chilling gleam, practically impossible to capture with the naked eye, producing a piercing sonic boom as they tore through the air.

Li Yan suddenly unleashed a mighty aura. The diffusion of this presence startled the spirit beasts deep across the entire Spirit Beast Mountain Range.

Tong Ling was left speechless. Just a moment ago, this fellow had been gnashing his teeth in hatred, and now he had started bargaining again.

As he placed them into the sink, the grease on the plates made his hand slip, causing a stack of plates to tumble in. Fortunately, it wasn't high up, so it merely created a commotion without breaking a single plate.

His attitude toward Jian Su was as serious as it could possibly be. Naturally, he wanted to win the recognition of her family early on, which served as his stance regarding this relationship.

Chai Hua's reprimand left Long Hair and Explosion Head trembling so badly they lost the ability to speak. Chai Hua's formidable reputation loomed large, and through exaggerated word-of-mouth, these brainless fellows viewed him as a terrifying, god-of-slaughter-like existence. Now that they had offended him face-to-face, could any good possibly come of it?

The guard had originally been making formal, straight-faced inquiries, but suddenly, he caught a sense of familiarity from the smiling man's face—it felt as though he had seen him somewhere before, a very familiar sensation. Then it dawned on him: wasn't this precisely the Great Emperor who possessed the divine temple?

Many people were speculating which faction had actually destroyed the First Palace, with a large number of gazes converging upon the Zhou family.

The two sides finally encountered one another beyond the starry skies, realizing the first true battle between the two races in thousands of years.

"Rest assured, if I say it's doable, then it's doable. When have you ever seen me lie to you?" Li Zhi said with a smile.

However, how could something as crucial as the Undying Eternal Lamp be found so easily? Guarded by the skeletal remains of a giant dragon, she would still need to spend some time searching for it.

With July no longer in his arms, a blast of cold wind rushed in, instantly snapping him back to awareness. Seeing July glaring at him with bitter resentment, he knew he was in deep trouble—she was angry. At that moment, he was filled with intense regret: where on earth was his self-control? Why did it always fail him the moment he encountered July?

Lao Chen was a native of Shenzhen, currently retired at home. He had been lured into the stock market by the explosive market boom during the first half of the year. By the time he entered, the rally was already reaching its concluding phase, leaving Lao Chen deeply trapped within it.

Wu Qian's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself: Why is it always five thousand years ago? Why does every single event happen to fall upon that time five thousand years ago? The story of Ancestral Dragon occurred five thousand years ago, and the Dao Lord attaining sagehood also took place five thousand years ago.

Wu Qian was momentarily stunned. After a brief reflection, he guessed that Shui Tao must have fled Riverside Village out of desperation due to being pregnant out of wedlock, and thus never wished to return. Consequently, he offered her a few words of comfort.

"Get lost, get lost! I knew nothing good would come out of a dog's mouth!" Tiezhu gave Gou Zhou a shove, walked over to Lin Rui, and sat down beside him to inspect the newly captured footage.

Only Wei Yiyang saw that familiar figure and smiled bitterly. He wasn't dead; she had found him. And he could empathize completely with her current state of mind—no one knew better than he did how deeply she loved him. Even if he weren't merely disfigured, even if his entire body were rotting and suppurating, she would still cherish him like a priceless treasure.

Wu Hua nearly broke character and laughed out loud. This guy usually looked so tight-lipped and silent, yet he could rattle off punchlines so smoothly, complete with rhymes.

"Yes. If you participate in the scriptwriting, your name will be credited as a screenwriter when the time comes. That is an honor in itself," the principal said.

These fellows possessed illusionary arts that we could never hope to possess in a lifetime, but false is false, and true is true. As Wen Yinrao walked out of the cave, I followed closely behind. The guards at the entrance, one by one, glared at me with eager anticipation as I emerged, itching to pounce.

Yet, Xu Yang offered a bitter laugh. Even if he could deduce so much from it, what did it ultimately have to do with him?

Hua Yin lowered her head, gazing deeply at the child in her arms. She loathed this child's father, to the extent that it could even be called hatred.

Seeing that her strength had largely recovered, Yun Xieqian did not hesitate much. She dispelled the formation array and stepped out to begin searching for spiritual flora.

No matter how much she wept inside, before Mu'er and Allen, she would forever project the image of a glorious and towering father figure.

Yongyue tightly pressed his lips together. He could never compromise; he could never hand the Ning Dynasty over to an alien race.