Chapter 17: First Layer! Scorching Heat

To witness this scene once again—how could anyone claim not to be nervous? That was utterly impossible. Even though he knew exactly what would happen in the future, understanding it all too well, he could not keep calm. Take one last look at this splendid world, for soon it would vanish forever; the civilization forged over millennia would be reduced to ashes. To say it was not a loss—that was simply untrue.

Even in the apocalypse, no matter how many supernatural powers one possessed, the ability to fly or burrow into the earth...

It was only now, observing the team, that Zuo Chen realized something: there was not a single Guardian among them. Without someone to withstand the beasts’ frontal assaults and hold them back, no matter how strong the Swordsmen and the Shura were, or how powerful the Elementalists and Archers, they would surely be overwhelmed by formidable monsters.

Yet even though Ye Feng had already resolved to purchase intelligence the moment he returned to the base, it was of no use to him now. After all, even if he obtained the information and managed to assemble a proper team, that would only happen after returning from this place.

Xu Ying’s face was deathly pale, as if she had suffered a great shock in a short span of time—there was no other explanation for her appearance.

But he himself had enjoyed a full half-hour of vital energy infusion. Thus, even though he was only at the first stage of Holy King, the divine power within him was not inferior to that of the second stage. He understood that this was because he had cultivated the laws to perfection, earning the favor of this world.

When all was ready, a magical treasure ship soared up from the Azurefire Hall, heading in the direction of the Fenyang Branch. This scene was witnessed by a middle-aged man concealed nearby. He narrowed his eyes, flitted away, slipped into a shadowy chamber, and crushed a jade talisman.

Today he had just seized command of Yue’an's garrison; his spirits were high. Why did Wang Yuchuan bring this out now?

“Third Master is far too powerful—how could I dare let you leave the basement? Here’s what I propose: I’ll have them leave the basement, and then you surrender yourself. What do you say?” Zhang Gui shook his head as he spoke.

“I followed Qingmei’s call. Now that Qingmei will marry me, you’ll be my cousin,” An Shaoqing said.

They spoke of admiring the moon, but after a while, Chen Qingmei grew so drowsy she could barely keep her eyes open, yawning incessantly.

“Tsk.” Even though she and Bai Yuyu were now on the same side, Yi Xiaorou made no effort to hide her disdain; she looked down on her completely.

When the countdown ended, a massive boulder on one side of the cave wall slowly dropped, revealing an opening more than a man’s height.

“You owe nothing to the Azurecloud Sect. They siphoned away the earth’s spiritual energy three days ago; the sect is finished,” the old woman said.

“I’ve received a task to keep searching for signs of the dragon clan. A few days ago, I found a holy-ranked dragon, but it paid me no heed. So when you woke up, I figured we could go together and try to converse with it,” Mo Liu explained.

Clad in white, his robes billowed in the fierce wind. Suddenly he leaped from the ground, light as a feather, and, suspended in midair, unfurled his folding fan, responding to the innkeeper’s request with deeds rather than words.

Below the stage, all the great demons wore greedy expressions. The Tianhe Alliance was one of the three great powers of the northwestern region, its might rivaling that of the Demon Palace; its leader’s strength was unfathomable, and the legendary Tianhe Palm was his creation.

In an instant, three golden chains, cowed by the tolling bell, halted in midair as if time itself had stopped.

Looking at Xiao Wuxie’s handsome face, Chu Liyu’s eyes brimmed with sorrow, joy, and pain. The man she had longed for day and night now stood before her, yet she could not utter a single word, nor even manage an expression in return.

Even Yan Chikuang, usually so stern and unsmiling, could not help but laugh aloud at this explanation. Xiao Wuxie, though still holding back his laughter, was clearly struggling to maintain composure.