Volume 1, Chapter 25: Discovery of the Fire Spirit Fruit, Seven Swords to Slay the Divine Bull

"This..."

Yao Xi felt the ground beneath her feet growing increasingly scorching. Before long, she saw steam rising from various spots, with subterranean volcanic gases erupting. The temperature was intense, and waves of heat surged toward her, as if everything were about to ignite. This region was completely at odds with the Sky Frost Forest they had passed through earlier, leaving even Ye Wuchen with the surreal sensation of having endured both ice and fire.

Irritated by his own uncharacteristic behavior, the flicker of anticipation in Lei Yunyang’s eyes vanished rapidly, replaced by a gaze filled with self-reproach and mockery.

"Qi, Qi-qi..." Liang Ye clung to his final breath, cradling Yan Shuangfei’s hand in his own. His body trembled uncontrollably, a sight that pierced Yan Shuangfei’s heart with every passing second.

With that, he lifted Lan Mo, laid her onto the soft couch behind him, and proceeded to take her with masterful force. Pressing against his sturdy frame, she nestled into his embrace, rubbing her proud, soft bosom against his partially exposed muscles—it was the seductive posture she excelled at most.

"R-reporting to Your Majesty, this servant has, this servant has an urgent matter to report—" The eunuch knelt on the ground, his body shivering incessantly, clearly terrified by the thunderous rebuke Liang Xuan had just issued.

"It was Master?!" Yan Shuangfei was astonished. The art of the Zhou Yi was inherently unfathomable; since Yun Wuya could even calculate her "Empress Destiny," naturally, nothing could be hidden from him.

However, Zeng Junyang’s attitude toward me was no longer as cordial as it once was. I couldn't be bothered to care; I am not a gold coin, so I cannot expect to be liked by everyone.

Suddenly, Wang Tian’s spirit stirred, and a surge of true energy manifested from his body, forming a human likeness. This figure was identical to Wang Tian, even down to the lifelike texture of the skin; unless a master of Qigong examined it closely, it would be impossible to distinguish.

"Mo'er..." Qi Zeyue called her name hoarsely, his deep eyes overflowing with tenderness and love for her.

The night was deep. A troop of fifty thousand marched slowly along the winding mountain path, the neighing of horses echoing periodically, punctuated by the occasional shouts and curses of the men.

"Doesn't that just prove that you're an idiot?" Shuo'er had reached a point of despair regarding his mommy’s intelligence.

After flying at full speed for the duration of several dozen incense sticks, Ding Yu and his companions had traveled millions of billions of kilometers. The extraterrestrial space where the primordial gods once dwelled had been left far behind, becoming difficult to detect even with divine consciousness.

Success meant that from this day forward, in the heavens and on earth, across all worlds, one would be the strongest—a being standing high above all others.

Lin Chen could barely speak, but upon hearing this, he nodded with indomitable spirit. One had to realize that this chill alone had been enough to scramble his thoughts in just a fleeting moment; to cultivate a technique under such conditions would be an extraordinary feat of mental fortitude.

From then on, the two walked directly toward the heart of the City of Thunder. Since Ding Yu claimed he could sense the aura of the Fate Sacred Artifact, Princess Aozhen had no choice but to follow.

"We respectfully see off the Empress." A group of palace attendants bowed in unison as Li Muyun crossed the threshold of the bedchamber.

Su Jinyu kept in mind the instructions Ye Chenxuan had given her: she must not inhale these fragrances for too long. When the begonia was brought closer, she was surprised to find it had no scent at all, and she cast a puzzled glance at Yan'er.

Seeing how formidable the Lord of the Thunder Realm was and how powerful the City of Thunder appeared, Ding Yu could not help but click his tongue in secret.

But Li Zhi never expected that the moment he closed his eyes and entered a deep state of contemplation using the meditation method of the Sith, he would feel the surrounding negative energy surging toward him as if it were desperate to consume him.

By the time he reached Yingchuan, Zu Ti’s army had only just arrived at Xiangcheng. His two nephews, Xun Sui and Xun Kai, had led their clansmen and private troops to defect, causing the uncle and nephews to miss each other by a hair's breadth. Consequently, Xun Zu wrote a letter to his nephews, urging them to follow Zu Ti and serve the country with loyalty, before he himself continued fleeing south to Suiyang to seek refuge with Sima Pou.