Volume 1, Chapter 24: A Relationship Beyond the Ordinary

Heavenly Eternal Realm! Saintly Eternal Realm! Divine Eternal Realm! Great Divine Eternal Realm! Ancestral-Grade Eternal Realm! Mastery Eternal Realm.

"Calling a car is fine, but I must be the one to drive," the old blind man said with a faint smile, turning around and chuckling as he heard Zheng Dali's words.

"Understood!" The adjutant watched General Tojo and the others depart, then headed alone toward the direction where the main army was retreating.

"I shall let you hold the Yin Meng Imperial Seal for the time being!" Several experts, overconfident in their cultivation, joined forces to tear a gap in the Imperial Seal’s killing formation, hoping to escape.

Of course, the scepter in the white-haired old bat's hand was a nuisance, but it could at most deal with one of them at a time. It wouldn't cause them too much trouble, especially since Bai Xinghua was below, ready to provide rescue at any moment; they wouldn't be in danger for a while.

In the darkness, Aike quietly closed the guest room door and rode the elevator in silence to the lowest floor of the Reinford Building.

Immediately, I ended the spirit-calling ritual and gave Jie Tou and the others a brief account of Guo Youcai's situation.

I was puzzled, thinking to myself, are there really flies that don't bite eggs in this world? How strange. Could this guy really be a man of honor?

"I know. If you happen to run into her, don't worry about me—give Shirley a good lesson," Randy sighed.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but recall the scene of my first meeting with Feng Wu. Everything felt so magical, but none of that was important now. My mind was in complete chaos as I tried to digest the information Feng Wu had provided.

Dawn was just breaking. Outside the City God Temple, the Heavenly Wolf Army stood poised to strike, eyeing the less than one thousand National Defense soldiers inside. They were determined to pull up the roots of the Northern Defense Army, which had caused them so much headache and defeat year after year.

"Hu Bugui." Zheng Haidong found this question even stranger, as "President Gao" had just introduced him, and according to "President Gao," Du Jiaxiang had already reported his name to the police. Why ask again?

"How can it be so bizarre? What exactly is the purpose of this slit?" Murong Weiwei asked, confused.

The Crystal Dragon within Ling Feng’s body was condensed through his practice of the Universe Dragon Transformation Technique. Although it had the shape of a dragon, many key parts could not be refined well and remained very crude.

Before meeting Youran, she thought she would spend her life by Leng Mingzhao’s side to repay his kindness. She believed she was destined to be accompanied only by loneliness forever. Yet, how fortunate she was to meet someone who, like her mother, could shield her from danger.

Ling Feng collected his thoughts. Remembering why he had come to find the Three Eagles of Mangshan, he began to inquire.

A moment later, Ling Feng’s figure flashed as he flew down from the air and landed on the ground of the Blue Moon Desert.

The man beside her was deathly pale, yet a captivating smile hung on his lips—he looked satisfied and happy.

Hearing the sound, A Shi Long snapped out of his wild fantasies. He immediately put on a smiling face, lifted his right foot, sat inside, and closed the car door.

Seeing Ling Feng frowning as if pondering something without any intention of paying, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Le Yin and Su Minghan returned to their room. Alone together, Su Minghan went off to bathe. Le Yin suddenly remembered what Su Minghan had said and couldn't help but blush. Although they had been intimate many times, every time she thought of it, she couldn't help but feel her heart race.

At that moment, a student-like man walked up behind her. By the looks of it, he appeared to be a freshman who had just enrolled.

The leader of the group on the opposite side merely glanced over coldly without stopping. However, when his peripheral vision caught Xiao Yu and Ye Shi, he paused abruptly and then actually came to a halt.

Thunderstorm retreated, continuing to watch Ajax with vigilance. Ajax’s carapace was too hard, and he needed to be cautious.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he raised his head to look at the "Twisted Rift-Walker" climbing against the mudslide. His eyes were as indifferent as dust, devoid of ripples or waves.

Having watched the explosive fighting video between Dian Wei and the Magic Dragon, Long Jianbin naturally knew that Fu Qihong’s words were no exaggeration.

After washing his face, he finally felt clear-headed. He moved back to the dining table, sat down, and began to drink the porridge Sun Jiashi had just brewed that morning, telling him about Ke Yiwan making it into the grand finals.

Lu Zhongli shook his head; he should have figured it out sooner. He began to reflect that his emotions had changed ever since he arrived at this timeline. His former calmness seemed to have largely vanished. He had become more impulsive and more emotional.

Shen Mengdie watched the scene, finding it very strange, while the others watching from the sidelines appeared completely accustomed to it.

Of course, he knew that there must be satellite surveillance above his head, and countries around the world had likely shifted their focus here.

Although Zhou Hao had never met Zhao Zixiang, he had heard his name. The man was one of the strongest individuals beneath the seven great giants of the cultivation world and held a prestigious reputation throughout the mortal realm.

Ronan could roughly guess that this was a special substance similar to "Shadow Mist," capable of capturing traces of "Dark-Side Species" intervening in the real world.

As Zhou Jiaojiao leaned her entire body against Zheng Xian, the surrounding gazes turned to them in shock. Everyone stared at Zheng Xian, and he could feel the way their brains were short-circuiting.

With a joyful smile, she bowed slightly to thank Filiz, then followed him to the venue where the welcoming party was being held.

Bao Youzai had never thought about achieving a high ranking; his goal was simple: to avoid coming in last so he wouldn't be mocked.

The canyon sloped upward, gradually widening as it went. In the distance, one could see a majestic gatehouse several stories high, where figures paced back and forth, holding bows and crossbows as if facing a great enemy.

Zhou Hao struck without mercy. His large palms descended like heavenly fans, sweeping away the rogue cultivators who attacked him as if brushing away sand, leaving their bodies scattered like rain.