Chapter 25

"Of course, as long as Great-Uncle Master Jin is willing, I will assist you in your ascension," Jiang Xiaoxue said.
The Sea God let out another roar, but this time, it sounded immensely joyous, and it shook its head gently.
"The four great powers may be strong, but we are not weak when we unite! They have been lording over us for too long; it is time to drag them down from their pedestals." The voice sounded again, drifting and ethereal, yet it sent the cultivators into a frenzy.
Although the voice was sweet, like celestial music from the nine heavens, to Jiang Ning, it now sounded sinister and terrifying, and even the charming, lovely smile seemed hideously distorted.
"Fine, since the ancestor has given the order, I will risk it all!" The Taoist in red had no choice; he gritted his teeth, raised his precious sword, and charged out from the top of the barrier, diving straight toward Zhang Tianci.
But the Gatekeeper cannot interfere with the evolution of living beings—that is an unchangeable point. Although we had thought about doing so in the past, Huan never agreed. We asked her about the reasons in a roundabout way, and Huan explained it to us earnestly.
She did not agree with the approach taken by the Divine Emperor Xuanyuan. Instead, she felt it would be better to open things up, allow more people to cultivate, and then ascend to the Immortal Realm together; wouldn't that be better?
"That... was that your doing?" The man had perhaps already guessed, but he still could not help but confirm it.
After dressing and grooming, the night sky had turned a deep blue, and the stars shimmered faintly. Steward Jiang arrived with two village men carrying bamboo rattan chairs, waiting outside the house.
No one knew what had happened, but something had broken through their defensive line and threatened the master's safety. This was their dereliction of duty; how could they dare to be even slightly negligent?
Because he could not stay in the Ghost Shadow Realm indefinitely, and having already been inside for several days, he did not have much time left. He could not wait until the "Spirit Moon Day" to set up the magnification array, so Wang Lun decided to choose a location to set it up while there were no other tasks.
Inside those black cages, creatures of various forms sat quietly; some were human, some were orcs, and others were of the Sea Clan, looking like a total hodgepodge.

"The martial arts of her Qin family are common trash; only they hold them dear like treasures," Nuoya curled her lip in disdain.
He knew his father was not in deep meditation at this moment. If it were deep meditation, he would not be in this hollow tree.
Sun Jian was puzzled. How did Liu Bian's clothes end up in his hands? He summoned his generals to ask for their opinions. Although Du Xi was clever, he did not know much about this matter regarding Liu Bian, so he could not guess the reason.
After Lu Bu left, the temple staff felt it was quite novel: So this General Lu also had a penchant for men? He came to worship this god who specifically oversees love between men?
It seems this guy named Gong Zhuoxi is young, handsome, and rich—a new target for Qian Xiuxin.
Who exactly was the Death-Taking Yama before him, and why did he possess such a formidable primordial spirit? But his question received no reply at all.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and Chen Feng also left the Dragon Cave. Setting up a teleportation array was not something that could be finished in a day or two. The Dragon Emperor had already waited so many years, so there was no rush. Chen Feng still had many things to attend to, so he left Dragon Island that very day.
The other armored phantom, missing one arm, looked around suspiciously. It floated behind the Headless Ghost, but its expression was one of terror.
Because Han Ge was teaching him things related to acting, although his talent for performance was excellent, he had also delved into some basic theoretical knowledge.
Seemingly to enjoy this quiet time, the two gave up on taking a taxi and just walked slowly along the street, quietly enjoying their time together.
After speaking, Futu Hao went out. After a moment of contemplation, Futu Sang followed the former's instructions and immediately dispatched the clan's experts to rush to the Central Region overnight.
After speaking, these people noisily tinkered with each machine to see which one they liked. However, the computers here were actually all about the same; they were high-performance machines specifically for gaming, so the configurations would not be bad.

Seeing Chen Feng urging him, the Void Reaver no longer hesitated. Ignoring the Gluttonous Demon God’s constant pleas for mercy, it opened its gaping maw and swallowed the Gluttonous Demon God's divine core in one gulp.
Jin Pangzi watched as Ba Hu took his phone out of his pocket, looking anxious, while a flash of cruelty crossed his eyes as he looked at Liu Yun.
Within a secret chamber in Tianyun Manor, at this very moment, all the high-ranking members of the Manor were present, looking at the scene before them with extremely solemn expressions.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword pierced into the cyan-gold stone solution, and the solution slowly adhered to the blade, as if covering it with a layer of cyan-gold film—dreamlike, illusory, and extraordinary.
If Xia Moling truly harbored the intent to see Xia Yuxin dead, then this business of pushing her down only to save her was truly troublesome.
There was a spirit of "daring to unseat the Emperor even at the cost of one's own life" in the words of Imperial Concubine Xian, and even Emperor Yong'an could not help but look at her twice.
Twelve smiled faintly, though he was not very happy inside. He liked how his Penglai always looked high-spirited wherever he went, arrogant and looking down on everyone. No matter what trouble he caused, he wasn't afraid; even if he poked a hole in the sky, he would be there to back him up. It was certainly not for others to stand on the sidelines and criticize.
At Lady Cheng's strong insistence, Yuyu could only leave carrying a stack of erotic paintings, standing at the doorway, looking up at the sky with silent tears.
Hong Zhilian not only knew that the poison Xia Chiwan had used on her was difficult to cure, but more importantly, it was not just tormenting her; at the same time, the toxins were constantly eroding her body.