Chapter 122: The Water Palace Legacy and the Jade-Boned Little Boat

The act of snatching the pearl from the turtle’s maw occurred in the blink of an eye. The ancient creature lunged forward, but its jaws snapped shut on nothingness, swallowing only a bellyful of turbid river water. Stunned for a moment, an infinite murderous intent surged within it. Its gaze locked onto the golden figure, and without a second thought, it charged. A streak of gold scales darted through the murky depths, the pearl clutched in its mouth, its luster casting a brilliant shimmer over the creature’s scales as it weaved through the water.

"As you command, great conqueror." Hearing the youth's orders, the warrior leaders replied in unison.

As far back as he could remember, he had no memory of his parents, nor had he ever known the feeling of a full stomach; even the rotting scraps in garbage heaps were hard to come by.

This was not merely a selection process for the Elder Seeds of the Six-Light Nest; almost every wizard academy had such a program. They required Elder Seeds to choose mortal kingdoms, lead them in conquest, and ultimately select the most outstanding candidates for the next stage of contention.

However, at that moment, Yang Tian’ao gently patted Huang Nannan’s hand, stepped back a few paces, and gazed at her, whispering, "Nannan, be brave. It is not me that you love. I know..."

These three great powers were, in their day, potential candidates to unite the entire World of Alien Demons, yet in the end, none could truly bring the realm under one banner.

Ghouls gained experience simply by participating in battle, as did other monsters, but Locke could only progress by slaying his prey.

To claim proficiency in all weapons—could he truly be a master of the eighteen forms of martial arts? Judging by his physical stats, he seemed to possess no weaknesses; even his lowest stat, a spirit power of twenty-five, was superior to Liang Jun’s.

In the West City, the Shadow Demon Prince—possessed by a divine projection of the Alien Demon Yin Yue—had miscalculated. He never imagined that someone in the shadows would have sealed the entire East Moon Imperial Palace.

Gu Fei was truly speechless upon hearing this. Yet, it was understandable; in the old man’s eyes, he was indeed far too weak, simply because the old man was far too strong.

Unconsciously, Lin Wei seemed to slip into a strange state, almost identical to the sensation he experienced when closing his five senses for wizard meditation.

Ling Changfeng sat at the table, clutching his forehead, his head throbbing for a long time. This little ancestor was truly a handful; over two hours had passed, and afternoon was already upon them, yet she remained drunk and full of restless energy.

"Have you been to this place before? Have you encountered those zombies without powers?" asked Feng Qingya.

For a Golden Core peak expert to enslave another at the same level, Guo Huai did not have absolute certainty, especially since it was unclear whether the Great Demon’s consciousness resided within Gatling’s brain. But Guo Huai had no other choice.

As he launched his attack, the solidified space began to recover, and Ziqiu finally regained his freedom.

"Give me a break! You think the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor is dangerous? Don't make me laugh." Hu Fan laughed as he looked over the few locations confirmed for their search.

"There are thirteen billion people on Earth now. If utilized well, and combined with the pills from my clinic, I can produce thirty million martial cultivators at the Inedia stage and one hundred million experts above the Innate realm within five years," Guo Huai said softly.

Guo Huai set up a formation outside the abandoned factory. Once completed, he did not rush to enter and investigate, but instead hid in a secluded spot.

As Guo Huai’s voice fell, Black and White Impermanence struck together. Two mourning staffs swung toward him simultaneously. Guo Huai dared not be careless and brought out his Soul-Hooking Rope, but compared to their staffs, the gap was clear; within a few blows, the rope had been shattered into two pieces.

Aunt Yang and Uncle Yang, feeling a loss of face, stayed home all day, refusing to go out. Previously, Aunt Yang would often visit the eldest aunt’s home for company, but now she had no face to go there anymore.