Chapter 123: Slaying the Ancient Turtle, the Flood Approaches

The sky above the riverbank was gradually darkening. Zhang Yuanyi stood upon the embankment, his expression grave. Before him, the river, already swift, had grown increasingly turbulent, its waters constantly battering both banks. Nearby, several whirlpools had formed on the surface, revealing the treacherous, powerful undercurrents beneath. This was the final tributary of the Cang River, just before it reached the confluence of the three rivers. Zhang Yuanyi was filled with apprehension.

"So, Solik, have you survived this lightning tribulation?" asked Uriel, the Angel of Wisdom. Given Wang Biao's current state, it was difficult for them to determine if he had truly passed the trial. Fortunately, there seemed to be no immediate threat to his life, which was a relief in itself.

Yet this time, the profound black current arrived in an arc, manifesting as a dark, arched bridge across the vast sky.

"Hmm, this tastes good. Is this the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten? It’s a pity there’s only one," Yun Tianhe said with a look of deep regret.

Seeing this, the old monsters of the Void Stage quickly scattered. They knew well that the physical body of such a demonic beast was the finest of magical artifacts.

Lin Feng rested his hand on his forehead, too lazy to acknowledge him. He looked toward the others, but they shared the same sentiment; Lin Feng’s plan was comprehensive, and unless a major mishap occurred, everything should proceed without incident.

Following Inchalite’s roar, thousands of sword beams were unleashed from the blade in his hand. Then, to Xu Zhe’s astonishment, these beams transformed into cherry blossoms, spiraling slowly, drifting lightly, and closing in with graceful deliberation.

Watching this, the observing students were dumbfounded. They could not comprehend what had transpired. They had assumed Xu Zhe was no match for Nasini and had been severely wounded, but seeing Nasini cough up blood as well sent shockwaves through their hearts.

Just then, the company called for a board meeting, one that Li Haonan was required to attend.

Inside the carriage, after Li Wujie climbed in, he leaned sideways against the armrest, resting his forehead with his eyes closed to recover.

It was a convenient excuse, one that saved Li Longji from embarrassment while providing an explanation to his ministers. In truth, this sat well with the officials, who felt a sense of shame, as if they could not bear to face their own kin back home; throughout the journey, they had remained hidden inside their carriages, not daring to show their faces.

I’ve been quite fond of watching anime lately, becoming more engrossed with each episode. Xu Mengmeng, however, grew increasingly flustered, constantly glancing at me, clearly distracted.

Then there was the move to the East Coast, with plans to host a lively millennium party in a super-luxury penthouse at the top of the Westeros Building.

It swallowed the dream seed directly, and as if dissatisfied with the current pace, it exuded a purple mist that shrouded the surroundings. Strands of roots followed the mist, entangling the fantasy world like a greedy child, always hungering for more.

However, one could not rule out the other possibility: that she had completely given up on herself, that nothing mattered anymore. She thought she was tormenting me, but in reality, she was only tormenting herself.

Liu Jinyan picked up a slice of spiced beef and began to eat, her mouth glistening with oil as she nodded repeatedly, then shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice.

Even for the smallest spark, she would risk everything to rush forward and transform that sliver of affection into her entire world.

Ling Shaotian carefully surveyed his surroundings, discovering numerous bloodstains scattered about, forming eerie patterns that filled him with an indescribable sense of unease.

On the fifteenth of April, as dawn broke, Li Wujie had already packed his things. After eating the breakfast prepared by Leng Qingqiu, he rose and departed from the Tongyuan Trading Firm.

Surrounding the rotating wormhole, a massive, rectangular space station enclosed the anomaly at its center, resembling the Chinese character for "return." From its square sides, various strange structures extended: some for signal transmission and reception, some as wormhole stabilizers, and others as docking bays for patrol frigates.