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Not long after, time throughout the entire star sea resumed its flow—no longer reversed. Suddenly, the Divine Realm shattered, transforming into a vast, multicolored sphere of light that grew ever larger.

Seeing Yang Tian unexpectedly break into laughter, Zhu Qing pointed at him, so furious that words failed him, before suddenly bursting into tears.

His face was as majestic as a mountain painting, exuding a refined masculine beauty. His eyebrows were thick and long, slanting sharply into his temples, complementing his tightly closed yet slightly upturned eyes, which lent him an added hint of mischief. Undoubtedly, this was a youthful face, bearing no resemblance to the withered, aged visage of Luo Jue.

Tang Huaizhi lacked advanced cultivation techniques and had neglected his training over the years, resulting in insufficient personal strength. Thus, he focused his attention on the place of his birth.

All disciples of Kunlun, once inside the Demon-Hunting Tower, became like ravenous wolves; only upon exiting were they expected to unite in friendship and uphold the noble traditions and rules of the sect.

Yu Bai’s apple was peeled and ready, but as he handed it to Li Yingjun, Yu Bai snatched it back without hesitation, decisively biting off a large chunk.

Chu Feiwu was taken aback. He had initially suspected a spatial anomaly, but it seemed the situation was not as dire. Yet what was this swirling sandstorm? How could it have turned things into such a state?

Meanwhile, Lu Yun lay in deep slumber, with no one to confer with. She transformed her pressures into motivation, diligently refining her cultivation day after day.

“I am the Sovereign of Tongtian Sect. Welcome, all, to the Tongtian Sword Tomb,” came a serene voice echoing across the boundless heavens.

He Zuo looked up, and the youngest child poked his head out, waving his arms wildly and expressing, in a babyish tone, his eager desire for the bowl of noodles.

Such a formidable being truly existed on Blue Star. Could any human there possibly hold him captive?

This person was short in stature, notably shorter than average; thus, the God Erlang instantly transformed into a rustic Earth Walker, which felt somewhat unfair.

“But what I have learned is that Meg has long since perished. They have never heard the name Ligia—nor yours. As for Sherlock, some know of him, but all say you are not here.”

At that moment, a knock came from outside. “Chang Ke, You Xi, have you taken care of your wounds?” It was the voice of Xu Yi.

Of course, Feng Yang would not help Wang Hai without reason. Wang Hai intended to introduce Zhao Ruoxue’s close friend Li Ruxue to him.

Mao Yuning suspected that Mu Chuan had hidden Leng Jin, an unfathomable move. If true, it was likely because Leng Jin had discovered Mu Chuan’s deceit.

Scar-faced Brother was helpless; Ye Tian had already defeated so many people. Killing him would be as easy as snapping a finger.

Fortunately, apart from the treason and rebellion cases, no ancestral tombs were involved in confiscations—otherwise, they wouldn't even have access to their ancestral graves.

“Being the same age and at the same cultivation level, yet personally leading the capture of demon scholars far stronger than oneself... with flawless reconnaissance, judgment, and deduction throughout. Very impressive, and very brave.”

Zhou Feilong froze in place for a moment, then quickly stepped forward. Upon recognizing the person behind the display screen as Ye Tian, his expression instantly changed.

However, he had held back, using only ordinary palm strikes without incorporating cold or wind elemental energy.

Zhao Lin entered the Formation Hall. Most cultivators greeted him with a polite bow, their smiles clearly forced.

With such affection, he was naturally born with an edge over others, able to pursue many ambitions.

In a grand sect like Chenghua, pills and cultivation methods could slightly improve the success rate—but only marginally.

On the border, cultivators from the Langya Immortal Sect appeared again, a small group of ten per row. Leading them was a silver-haired elder, stern and imposing.

As a minister, Sima Cuo dared not offend the royal palace—even though Qin and Chu were at odds, and this was Chu’s palace, not Qin’s. As a royal palace, its sanctity was inviolable.

Half a month earlier, Sister White Wolf had led her tribe to invade Iowa. Their plan was to expand their family into a super clan spanning the Galloping Plain, influencing both the Frostwolf Forest and the Hindukush Basin.

“Marquis Quyang, this is the royal city Yingdu! From ancient times to now, who would abandon the royal city and flee?” someone protested vehemently.

Fearing damage to the Pure Water Spring, the Dragonfly Tribe had never disturbed it, unaware that obtaining water from the spring was so difficult.

Qin Luo Wan could no longer find words to describe her fury. Her father’s source bone had been taken, yet he remained a figure of breathtaking elegance. Without it, he would have had the brightest future.

In the twentieth minute of the match, seventeen-year-old player Mitchell from the Youth Training Academy skillfully dribbled past defenders inside the penalty area, helping Manchester United score first.

Tai Xuan leapt into the air, his body transforming into immortal light soaring into the clouds. The fiery Qilin, the golden phoenix riding the wind, and the Wu family father and son all followed behind, riding the celestial glow from Guangyuan in Sichuan to Shaanxi.

After the thunderous points vanished, the Devouring Demon Emperor’s appearance was pitiful: his skin and flesh scorched black, exuding a terrifying aura.

Because of concerns about further incidents at night, Duan Zhijun was in low spirits. Both barely slept through the night.

Just now, it had been perilous—a near discovery by the Supreme Elder. Had that happened, it would have been a deadly battle.

Inside, three robed figures conducted a ritual. At their feet, three circular formation arrays emitted overwhelming demonic energy.