Resolving the scripts in the storybooks

Hum! Just as Fortune was leading Xue Feng along, a piece of information suddenly appeared in Xue Feng's mind.

"Right, let's not reminisce here! To the Holy Mountain!" the three-headed lion hurriedly said.

With time down to the final minute, Tang Mengxi and Long Yun tossed all the materials into the massive cauldron, and instantly the flames in Long Yun's hand burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet some fun people." Xing Wei was dressed in refreshing casual sportswear today, not looking at all like he was attending any formal gathering, which left Lu Fan with a puzzled expression.

Paired with a facial expression resembling utter bewilderment, this scene was absolute classic material, except there was no one present to appreciate it.

Xuan Lingyang and Xuan Xi were none other than the retired emperor and the current emperor of the Raging Sand Nation, the largest country in the Western Desert. Yet right now, far from possessing the dignity and decorum expected of royalty, the two of them looked rather disheveled, pursued relentlessly by squads of soldiers wielding slender battleaxes.

Hearing Zhu Yueying's words, Xuan Yuan fell silent and immediately broke into a rapid sprint across the rugged terrain. However, because he had held Zhu Yueying's wrist for too long, her wrist began to ache soreness every few hours. With no other choice, Xuan Yuan had to let go of her wrist, walk slowly, and take brief rests.

With a soft cry from Dracula, his voice carried such a mesmerizing and bewitching power. As the words fell, tens of thousands of blood swords materialized from all directions, piercing straight toward Kelsen. The distance was so close that they reached him almost instantly.

Xue Qihan felt a twinge of regret as he said this. He actually held some fondness for the Elven race; after all, elves were a non-warlike people. Moreover, coming from the Blood Clan, Xue Qihan knew all too well how severe human discrimination was. With the elves captured and brought here today, they certainly would not meet a gentle end.

"Elder Hua, rest assured. According to the calculations of our various elders in the Corpse-Seething Sect, as well as the divination of our Sect Master, the corpse of that mighty being is undoubtedly located within Volcanic Mountain... In other words, that ruin is definitely concealed within Volcanic Mountain..." answered Elder Wang Yang of the Corpse-Seething Sect with absolute certainty.

"What is it... all of a sudden..." Suwako propped herself up, looking utterly perplexed. Although they had intentions of promoting the Moriya Shrine in Gensokyo, Kanako was acting exceptionally enthusiastic today.

"Don't worry, our project here is completely aboveboard. What is there to prepare for?" the young man sitting by the window said with a relaxed smile.

Lielieren was utterly shocked. He had never expected Luo Yu would dare to charge out. Realizing it was already too late to stop him, he could only grit his teeth in secret and follow closely behind.

The candidates had long since been chosen, but the necessary formalities still had to be observed; otherwise, the other units would not be convinced. Li Yong's speech completely aligned with the intentions of Army Commander Luo and Chief of Staff Chen. Hah, let's see what else you fellows have to say now.

Military orders are as unyielding as mountains. At the command of Brigade Commander Li Yong, all units gathered the captives they had captured toward Yiwu County City. One after another, the captured bandit prisoners were escorted in.

One of them was Zhu Xiangli, the political department director of the 17th Division of the 10ッケージ (10th Army), who was ambushed by bandits while en route to Beijing to assume the post of ambassador to a certain foreign country, and was killed along with more than fifty accompanying soldiers.

"What is it, A'ren?" Leng Meng tapped her lips with a mischievous smile as she looked at Ren Pindi. "Starting to feel something for me?" As she spoke, she pressed closer toward him.

The Dao of the Five Elements: Metal generates water, water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, and earth generates metal. Missing a metal-attribute cultivation technique, his other streams of True Qi could not transform into Kui Water True Qi. At present, the only ones he could utilize were Kui Water True Qi and Heavenly River True Qi.

Yet Ren Pindi found himself with nothing to do. Though he generally yearned for a leisurely lifestyle, he certainly disliked the feeling of being bored out of his mind deep underground.

"...Is that... fatigue?" Sanae looked at her two deities, who seemed to have no intention of continuing, and supplied the final word.

A sharp gleam flashed through Ning Ye's eyes as he murmured to himself. Perhaps for others, discovering this matter would be immensely difficult, but to the Will of the Battle Through the Heavens world, the coordinates of other worlds were as clear as the palm of its hand.

Xuexin intended to head into the shadow space right now to assassinate Yhwach and completely resolve the Quincy crisis.

After all, in their own words, they were merely there to draw out these protectors, while the actual fighting would be done by the two strongest powerhouses, Xu Yan and Meng Zhao. Besides, even if they went into battle themselves, could they truly guarantee that no accidents would happen?

As if a massive jigsaw puzzle of knowledge had mysteriously illuminated one or two insignificant spots, this mental tempering finally allowed Gurem to comprehend the existence of flame rules.

The single-day box office surpassed four hundred million, slightly eclipsing the single-day box office record of Wolf Warriors, and managed to maintain that record.

The reason the Dragon race could stand tall and unfallen, always numbering no more than ten thousand individuals yet remaining the absolute top race on the continent, was precisely because of their formidable individual strength.

Swiftly, this band of over a hundred sorcerers split into five groups. The main force of nearly sixty people, led by that woman named Talina, continued sprinting desperately along the main road, while the other groups scattered into the mountain forests, fleeing in different directions.

"Actually, an old ghost with your kind of talent, background, and looks is even rarer than a giant panda. I genuinely like you."

No matter how monstrous this emperor might be, it was simply impossible for him to contend with an ancient emperor. Yet, many people also noticed that this sovereign's expression did not change in the slightest.

Shan Jingyi murmured softly to himself and slowly continued. He was able to undergo such a transformation entirely thanks to the benevolence of this benefactor.

As for Li Xiatian, she seemed stubbornly bent on competing with him. Turning her face away and even closing her eyes, she let him hold her, yet she refused to obey his commands.

"I'll go to the White Flood Sect. I've heard they have a systematic approach to managing disciples, which suits me well. Most importantly, their cultivation techniques and martial arts are a better fit for me." Zhou Dong clenched his fists tightly.

The Empress Dowager's voice suddenly turned frigid, her face—even separated by a veil—still showing an expression so gloomy it seemed capable of dripping water.

Li Jinyan hung her head, deep in thought for a long while before finally nodding with a ruthless resolution.

Dragging Lu Mingyan back was crucial above all to prevent her from leaking Lu Qingqing's identity. Now that it was confirmed she had not leaked it, keeping her alive served no other purpose than as a backup for the future—perhaps this chess piece could be put to use against Lu Zhenyuan.