Chapter 115

Even blank ritual implements vary in quality; using poor-quality ones for consecration is a waste of time. Not only is the success rate low, but it can also trigger a backlash of vital energy, making the effort counterproductive. Selecting a fine blank ritual implement is a discipline in itself. Take the Bagua mirror, for instance—there are specific standards to consider.

Just as the group prepared to leave the room, leaving the young master to face this setback alone, his deep voice resonated in their ears.

Lin Chengqi learned that the Original Realm generally possesses a rule-like self-consciousness, whereas the Phantom Realm, once born, exists within the Original Realm as an ownerless entity capable of being inherited.

Dian Man let out a wild roar, joined by his warhorse. Then, with a thunderous crash, both man and horse tumbled to the ground. Zhao Yun did not even glance at him; his white figure surged forward, aiming straight for Cao Ang.

The rosy light, like a gentle giant’s hand, slowly swept across the ravaged earth, and the fractured, shattered ground began to reshape itself.

Before Lu Bu’s main camp, the Xuzhou army, spearheaded by the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, had finished forming their ranks. Lu Bu stared coldly ahead. From the center, commanded by Cao Cao, the left flank by Cao Ren, and the right by Liu Bei, enemy forces emerged simultaneously. A vast, endless sea of troops approached, their synchronized steps causing the very earth to tremble and heave.

Lin Qi did not know how much his phone call would change the development of the domestic television industry. It was precisely because of this call that 1988 became the "Year of Plasma" in the country.

Beneath that flash of lightning, the ground emitted thick black smoke and appeared charred—the result of the terrifying thunderbolts striking the earth.

This destined it to remain translucent, at least in the eyes of English nobles and gentlemen.

Deep within the Dantian, the absorbed spiritual energy was constantly being solidified, transforming into droplets of liquid.

Originally, the Forest of Six Balances was meant to be the battlefield, with the Western Defense Line serving as the final barrier.

Before long, Zhang Wuji’s wounds were mostly healed. Taixuan stopped channeling energy for him and withdrew his hands.

Hearing the sound from the bedroom, Pan Renyi was startled and hurried toward the room.

Su Lingge suppressed the overwhelming pain and sorrow flooding her heart, mixed with millions of complex emotions. She pushed aside the quilt, feeling, for the moment, no desire to speak.

"Mu Liang is injured, too, hey!" Lin Jingsheng walked away with a carefree air, not pausing for a moment. He knew he absolutely could not appear impatient or weak, as that would ruin his image—how dreadfully annoying.

"Hmph! He aimed every arrow at you; it was no random volley!" Beichen Rongyu thought bitterly. He had seen it clearly: those arrows were chasing Yongling. Even after he had shot one down, it hadn't deterred the assassin until he shouted a warning, which finally scared the rogue away.

In fact, Pogba is a player of high intelligence; otherwise, he would not have achieved so much at only twenty-three.

The words of the Giant Elephant King made him feel as though he were witnessing the birth, evolution, and eventual extinction of stars.

Lan Yize leaned down and whispered softly in her ear. As they walked, such intimate gestures were enough to make anyone envious.

The members of Yanhuang stood up one by one. Even knowing this was a battle destined for defeat, they held fast to their convictions.

"Five minutes until arrival at the Daylight Zone," Athena reported the data Xiong Qi required.

Decided! Eva gritted her teeth in secret. Today, she would give herself entirely to Xiong Qi. In three days, Xiong Qi’s modified Destroyer would finish its repairs, and he would embark on a new journey.

It was not that Yan Qing was unaware that the ambitious master of the Ling Family Manor would inevitably be eliminated by his senior brother sooner or later. His senior brother had always enjoyed using others to do his dirty work, preserving the Gao family’s strength while maintaining their pristine reputation in the martial arts world.

The middle-aged man with a black beard leading the group nodded slightly and smiled, "No need for formalities. You are all the elite among the rogue cultivators of Jingzhou. Even if you cannot join our sect, your future achievements will surely be limitless."

Qian Ai raised her head, her face stained with tears. She suddenly smiled—a beauty like falling cherry blossoms, as if bidding a final, lingering farewell to a lover.

The thermal bath was large, beautiful, and comfortable. The surrounding walls were built from white, smooth pebbles, blending seamlessly with the environment in a perfect, natural harmony.

Totori smiled without answering, taking it as an acknowledgment. Shikigami generally cannot travel too far from their original bodies, but if a shikigami carries its original body along, it can go anywhere. Let old man Archimedes think whatever he wants.

They had expected to drive straight to Paris for a grueling siege, but to everyone’s surprise, after an emergency council meeting a few nights ago, all legion commanders suddenly ordered four legions to be detached and speed south toward Dunkirk, waiting for further orders. Chris’s legion was naturally among them.

The Governor’s Mansion maintained a simple stance: neither interfering nor suppressing. They let the people make whatever noise they pleased. As for the investigation into the assassination and the handling of those involved, they would not disclose a single detail to the outside world for the time being.

Hou Wei walked in the middle, holding a Wood submachine gun, as the three of them ran down the muddy mountain path.

At this moment, Runzhi and Zilu felt a long-lost sense of home in each other’s gaze—something incredibly precious for two people with such similar plights.

A pair of mandarin ducks played freely on the water, and wild ducks from somewhere unknown let out quacking sounds that were quite pleasant to listen to.

Ten thousand strange creatures roared through Zuo Meng’s mind. He had no idea when he had become the Great Sage of this Miracle Society, nor did he know why he was supposedly taking responsibility for this—was he a terrorist? Though, the Miracle Society did seem to be a terrorist organization; the Congressional Alliance and various families had already posted bounties on them.

As the Emperor’s own sister, her grandeur was simply different; even when attending a grand banquet, she had to bring along an extra set of jewelry.

"What plan?" Yan Ling remained expressionless, but if one looked closely, one could still see the boy’s awkwardness and the slight redness at the tips of his ears.