Chapter 52

Even though Flame Dance had grown in stature, it still could not compare to the grandeur of the Pillar of Heaven. This was the limit Flame Dance could reach. Clinging tightly to the towering pillar, Flame Dance summoned all its strength and began to shift it slowly.

“Light and shadow, righteousness and evil—everything exists in such duality. Nothing can ever become truly intimate; otherwise, it would break the laws of the cosmos,” Flame Dance told Xiao Lie.

Time slipped away like a swift river. Several years passed in the blink of an eye. The grand spectacle staged by Li Weigong before his departure had truly cast a dark shadow over the Jinling Ministry of War and various government offices, as well as among the military officials.

Pinching her palm, she resolved firmly that no matter what he asked of her, she would comply. She knew she should never have expected dignity and freedom to come together; obtaining even one was already a blessing.

In her early years, Ming Zhu lived under the protection of the Ming family, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, sheltered from the hardships of the world.

Clearly satisfied with the results, Zhou Hu smiled broadly amidst the occasional praise echoing around.

Afraid even to shout aloud, she feared that if such matters leaked out, her life would be utterly ruined.

“My dear wife’s concern moves me; why should I feel ashamed?” Taking Lan Rongyue’s hand and sitting beside her at the table, his meaningful words caused a faint blush to color her cheeks.

“Hmph, overestimating yourself,” Feng Yao sneered as he closed in on Xing Tian. Transforming into a six-armed form, Xing Tian forcibly seized five of Feng Yao’s sharp swords. At that moment, Feng Yao’s fifth sword transformed into one of his own, and Xing Tian’s six arms vanished without a trace. Silently, his fist struck toward Feng Yao. With a sudden *bang*, Feng Yao was transformed into a single azure feather.

“I never imagined Fruit Mountain’s fruit could grow so large—and quite sweet and crisp, too,” Flame Dance remarked to Meng Qiankun.

Their appearances were almost human, except for the distinctive horns or other features atop their heads, marking their various clans.

The mountain path was treacherous, especially at night. For the pampered disciples of the Song family, accustomed to comfort, this was a harsh trial. Strangely, all Song family members tended to be somewhat overweight, making the climb all the more arduous.

This transformation was his desire, yet he himself wished not to interfere, particularly not to reduce anyone to a mere pawn. What he sought was the natural progression of the world.

They seized every opportunity without hesitation; even the slightest mistake by the opponent allowed the Blue Army Corps to immediately grasp and dominate the advantage.

Night fell gradually as a faint aura of danger crept toward the yacht moored on the riverbed.

These noble descendants of ancient heterodox clans lifted their heads like proud roosters, strolling indifferently past numerous Demon Emperors nearby. According to Liu Qian’s guess, they seemed arrogantly aloof, as if they cared for no one.

Zhao Liangchen laughed shamelessly, tears streaming like a broken dam. Never in his life had he dared hope his wife might regain freedom, even if she were dead.

Although a moment slower, Gao Tian, Gong Bin, and others, like Ye Ye, pretended not to recognize the two and began digging pits hastily.

These hundreds of highly skilled individuals were unlikely to be personal guards or imperial troops; the most probable identity was elite inner palace warriors.

Now, he no longer naïvely believed the Empress Dowager’s actions were solely aimed at conquering the Hidden Clan.

Gazing at several hundred exquisite magic stones nearby, You Tian’s eyes gleamed with greed.

Ultimately, though the life force within Erica remained due to the Dragon Bone, it was, after all, unclaimed and ownerless.

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The ashen mountains and gray earth stretched before them, with unfamiliar gray grass swaying amid the stench of decay and blood. From within emerged a withered, skinless gray-white hand, its fingers as slender as dried bamboo, which fiercely grasped at Xisa before abruptly falling away.

Sure enough, soon the Seventh Princess suddenly put on a smile and greeted Xisa with a bow, as if they had never met, as if the person she once resented was not him. Seeing her so, Xisa feigned ignorance, smiling and chatting as if all were harmonious.

Tai Bai Jin Xing brought tens of thousands of celestial soldiers and generals, driving the prisoners trapped by Lord Chong’en back to their cells. As was customary, the causes and consequences of the uprising were to be investigated, but with the Heavenly Court occupied by various affairs, only a few generals were dispatched to conduct the inquiry.

In short, there was currently no fundamental difference between Sean and Hela. Even though he excelled in manipulating spiritual power, facing a supreme celestial being like Hela made it impossible to leave no trace at all.

In response to Zhuang Wangu’s question, Kong Xuan first smiled. As he smiled, the wind stirred, the thunder rumbled, and leaves fluttered, yet the space around remained utterly silent—a strange sensation, as if nature itself were inverted.

Kong Xuan nodded to Zhao Pu, signaling it was no matter. Zhao Pu then said to Li Song, “Brother, though the plot concerns only a single city, the struggle is for the entire realm!” The implication was clear without further explanation.

“The right person should cultivate the right technique. As long as you feel this method suits you, I have no objections,” Ye Xiu replied with a smile, responding easily to Qing He Immortal’s request to learn martial arts.

Flame Berry stared in astonishment at the nearly intact sunflower field, never expecting to encounter an Eastern Ninja skilled in true-word spells here.