Chapter 52: The Great Fire

However, as cultivators, even Earth Immortals and Heavenly Immortals are unwilling to undergo reincarnation and restart their cultivation, despite having the ability to do so. The risk is simply too high, and the return on investment is far too low.

"Let this end here!" Di Xuan had witnessed many of Subduing Demon's techniques, yet he still could not breach his indestructible body, nor could he even leave a scratch upon it.

Traveling through the void is fraught with extreme danger. This time, with two weak deities in tow who required divided attention and care, Thanatos naturally would not fight alone. Therefore, he waited for Atum to return to Mount Cares before coming together.

Next, various precious treasures materialized in his hands, radiating formidable destructive power, and transformed into streams of light hurtling toward Zhuang Wuming.

His shortcoming was that his cultivation realm was slightly lower than that of those sect disciples—an obvious disadvantage. Yet this flaw, apparent to outsiders, was something he could remedy at any moment.

Lister felt his body begin to expand; to be precise, Bard's body began to expand as the magic circle's energy was channeled into it, helping it rapidly boost its power in a short span of time.

This was the world's instinctive suppression of powerful entities, and this world was even more sensitive, reaching an unimaginable extreme.

Yet precisely because of this, his words could not be taken entirely at face value. After all, when words come from the mouth of an operative, even if ninety percent of them are true, the remaining ten percent is often enough to deceive someone beyond redemption.

Typhon, however, gave no reply. Atropos's persuasion was, to it, mere whimpering of the weak.

In the words of his attending physician, his bodily functions had been stagnant for over seventy years. If he were to immediately consume rich meats and heavy meals, complications would likely arise, so his diet consisted primarily of various porridges.

However, the more ominous a divination was, the greater the toll it exacted. Given his current battered state, if he were to force a divination, he would likely perish on the spot, rendering the effort entirely meaningless.

Just as the three of them stood in a standoff, the nun who had opened the gates of Qinghua Nunnery approached them.

Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly shifted toward Miaozhen Sanren and Shen Bingjie, only to see no joy on their faces; instead, they were both looking at Miaoyu Sanren with deep concern.

With a cold snort, the Lord of Darkness launched his attack the next instant. Qin Hao countered with a palm strike, Zhong Kui used his hand as a sword to unleash a dazzling pillar of sword qi, and the others each made their moves, simultaneously choosing a head-on collision.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky." Xialiu glanced sideways at the Thunder Saint, who had fled extremely far away.

At that moment, Liu Tianli moved. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he kicked the Caucasian giant squarely in the chest.

When everything finally came to a standstill, the exclamations and various clamors echoing around the arena were still spreading wildly.

Seeing that Hua Diexiang had completely tuned out his words, Feiling could only shake his head with a helpless sigh.

Two beams of black and white radiance escaped from the shattered bodies of the "Siong Bi Sect Demon" and the "Flying Fox Sect Demon."

Meanwhile, Ye Qing still stood in the center, gazing at the lofty throne, as well as the high staircases situated to its sides and front, which left him exceptionally shocked. Behind the throne, a golden divine dragon was carved onto the screen, so lifelike that the combination of its dynamic posture and static form made it seem as though the dragon might soar into the sky at any second.

One could imagine that during the clash, an attack that originally had a chance of being dodged suddenly closed the distance at that very moment, becoming so instantaneous that even the target could not react or evade. The battle between those two could be said to have been decided in a split second.

Hearing Ye Yiren say this, Gu Mufan smiled and looked at her, saying, "Mrs. Gu, it seems so."

Ye Qingyi was slightly startled, lowering his head with a trace of amusement. When he looked toward Shui Ningyan, he discovered that she was gazing back with a pair of clear, black-and-white eyes, the moonlight reflecting in them like rippling autumn water.

Chen Guhong merely swung his sword with his right arm, striking out toward Chen Duxiu with a single blow. Wan Chongshan was thus blocked by Chen Guhong. His heroic spirit surged as he overwhelmed his opponent with sheer force.

He spoke a few hasty words, then hung up the phone, grabbed his leather bag, bolted outside, and pulled the door shut behind him with a loud bang.

Under the guise of the Japanese military uniforms worn by Han Weihua and his men, and caught off guard by their lightning-fast strike, the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were instantly thrown into utter confusion. Just as they began to react, Guijiaosan, Gu Ran, and Gu Lang also scattered away.

"Let's go." Making up her mind, Shui Ningyan led the four servants as they walked toward the guards stationed at the palace gates.

In an instant, all the planets, meteorites, shattered stars, and even every single Star Sea Behemoth within a sector spanning nearly one light-year of space were drawn into this terrifying engulfing force.

Upon discovering that there was actually a landline telephone inside the counter, Ling Yun's mouth twitched violently a few more times.

Following Bai Chen away from the martial arts arena, Ling Yun took twists and turns, navigating from one courtyard to another.

Gwenlaea was faring no better. Even though she gripped her sword with both hands, the webspaces of her hands burst open instantly. The Yingxue Sword, a lower-grade Dharmic artifact used as a spare sword for Taixu Ruyue, was bent into the shape of a bow, leaving it uncertain whether it was completely ruined.

Du Yiying retorted in a fit of pique, her mood turning heavy. In times like these, even casually spoken words could be seized upon; to be caught and slapped with a charge of disrespect was enough to warrant immediate execution! The Son of Heaven is supreme, the imperial family is noble, and the powerful are illustrious. To speak of freedom in such a world was utterly farcical.

As this cry rang out once more, a profound and mystical aura suddenly welled up from within Ye Feng. At that moment, even the ethereal Daoist Qingyou felt a violent jolt in his heart.

He was equally astonished inwardly, for prior to this, he had sensed no yin or ghostly energy whatsoever. Yet, how was one to explain this funerary portrait?