Chapter 0082: The Two Orochimarus

The Three Immortal Sages possessed experiences unknown to others. All that was commonly known was their mastery of immortal arts, but their past lives remained a mystery. It was as if everyone had deliberately forgotten, never once asking. Suddenly, the Grand Toad Sage’s chakra surged with immortal power. Once frail and ancient, he was rejuvenated in the blink of an eye, transformed into a robust, vigorous toad. Seen from afar, he was as large as a small mountain, his body exuding an ethereal aura, truly extraordinary.

“Enlightenment,” he mused, keenly sensing a subtle shift in the relationship between his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, yet unable to fathom exactly what had changed. Watching as Qinglan seemed to display the same fervent reverence Turandot had shown upon first meeting him, Lin Feng’s heart skipped a beat. Those from the Wind Spirit clan, wielding immense power, were surely up to something significant. Even if they discovered Bai Xue rescuing people everywhere, they would scarcely pay any heed, perhaps even preferring that the human race gathered together, making them easier to eradicate.

The many people kept away from the Qin family’s courtyard made it difficult to notice Mo Li’s presence. The colossal eye in the sky closed, disappearing into the vortex’s center, which swiftly contracted and dispersed, revealing clear skies once more.

So many people could not all sleep on the ground; their needs for food, drink, and rest had to be addressed. Lin Feng looked to Bai Xue, who seemed utterly at a loss.

He had heard of mechanical men before, but it was his first time being treated as one, and his first time investigating them. This man was ferocious; even with Lin Feng enveloped in blood fiend energy, he was subdued in a single move, his neck gripped as he let his hands fall in resignation.

Upon hearing of bandits entering the village, he immediately gathered all the villagers from the rear of the settlement. The man hesitated, seemingly reluctant, before finally agreeing and calling his companions away.

Yet faced with such a golden opportunity, Xuan Yue was unwilling to let it slip away. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance; should it be missed, it might never come again.

Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng and the others wasted no time, swiftly employing their escape arts to hurry to the last area.

However, the solar fire of the Nine-Tailed Divine Bird could only sustain his descent to this depth, unable to go further below.

Chopin watched the two in silence. To let go of those grudges—he had considered it—but if he abandoned them, how could he ever forget the things contained within those grievances?

Phil Jackson even contemplated banishing Chopin to obscurity, but the management would never allow such a scenario.

He had come here thrice before. The first time was when he was named heir to the Celestial Emperor, brought here by the previous emperor. The second was at his coronation. The third time was now.

The colossal dragon had now fully opened its eyes, revealing a pair of bloody crimson pupils. As its body undulated, countless bolts of lightning coiled around it. Then, with its jaws wide, it let out a thunderous roar and soared upward.

It mattered not. It truly mattered not. The old man thought to himself that once his power recovered a bit, he would eliminate this obstacle, and the divine artifact would be without a master, allowing him to take it away.

The remaining five, upon hearing this, were instantly invigorated, forming a circle to protect Namek closely, while Mr. Song in the distance wore an even more pronounced sneer.

This time, Barma did not make a scene, cautiously surveying the surroundings. From his loose trousers he drew a golden Vajra mace adorned with a ghostly face, gripping it tightly. The others also drew their weapons or magical implements, preparing for battle.

If things continued like this, his business would soon be taken over by Xu Lingzhu, that troublesome girl, and he feared he would earn not a penny.

Last night’s desperate struggle had brought Wang Tianmu profound changes in his outlook, unbeknownst to him.

Yun Yeyong had always known the Palace of the Empty King was enormous, so she understood why the guard had not returned after a stick of incense’s length. The Empty King had never paid much attention to Yun Yeyong, but today, influenced by external forces, he spoke to her at length; there was even physical contact. Yun Yeyong had thought this was the limit, yet upon entering the room, the Empty King asked her to help him unfasten his belt and remove his robe.