Wishing everyone a joyful Mid-Autumn Festival.

Duan Pu, however, was laughing. “Young master, luck is on your side. To enter the Demon Realm and come out unscathed—what a stroke of dogshit luck.” Duan Yu was quite irritated. Here he was, writhing in pain, and this damned Duan Pu was gloating over his misfortune. At this moment, Duan Yu really wanted to land a punch on Duan Pu just to vent his anger.

“Please, come with me.” The beast at the early Celestial stage nodded. He had already recognized the person before him, so his gaze was filled with respect.

The Nine Offspring of Darkness were born at the end of the Primeval Era and fell into slumber at the dawn of the Mythic Age, never learning of the powers of gods or demons.

It wasn’t until the late Qing dynasty that the situation changed drastically—especially in the final decades of our great Qing. Every few years, we would lose tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of taels of silver, squandering the hard-earned wealth accumulated by generations in a single wave.

In a flash, a brilliant radiance erupted; countless beams of light pierced the void, each containing supreme power, obliterating all in their path. In that moment, the Moonblade split into myriad afterimages, shattering the Platform of Generals. Roars echoed within the beams as spirits and wraiths suffered heavy blows, letting out muffled groans.

The mighty Yaksha, unbelievably, knelt before Ye Chen like a servant, begging for forgiveness. For a moment, the four half-saint cultivators felt as if their minds could not keep up.

All the sects grew restless. Within a day of its founding, the Pill Sect’s membership soared to three thousand, making it a mid-tier sect among the inner circle. The other sects began to feel the pressure.

With a swish, a pebble shot out, striking the face of the man with rainbow colors. The stone seemed ordinary, and the rainbow man dodged backward, yet the pebble struck him squarely on the forehead. The human-skin mask on his face tore open, revealing his naturally dusky brow.

The tattered scroll chuckled, eager to see what choice Bai Luoxue would make—would she resist, or surrender? Either way, the scroll was pleased, for with the Demon Lord present, Mu Fan could not move against Bai Luoxue, and all was well.

Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to the pleas of the Master of Tongtian. His fingers tightened around the Trapping Immortal Sword as he slowly raised his arm.

On the morning Jin Yuchi entered Suoning City, Ruan Xueyin finally understood why Gu Xinglang had so confidently claimed he had done much.

Since she was separated from Shangguan Lingyuan, she had no idea where she’d been blown to. Just now, she’d noticed that the man mentioned the presence of a sea nearby.

Mo Wuwen nodded in agreement. Li Ronghao, having grasped his meaning, suddenly floored the accelerator and then slammed on the brakes. With a bang, something fell from the car roof. Li Ronghao turned the car around, switched on the high beams, and saw a shadow on the ground scramble up and lunge at the windshield.

He recalled once more the night of the Eternal Festival, when Ruan Xueyin had spoken to him atop the Mingguang Terrace. From that night until now, on many a quiet, solitary evening, he would remember her words: “The sun rises and the moon sets in their time. Do what you must, and your heart will find peace.” Those words brought him warmth and reassurance.

The path up the mountain to pick bayberries was overgrown with weeds, rarely traveled, and, after the rain, had become a slippery, treacherous trail, twisting like the sheer cliffs of Mount Hua.

So-called stargazing is to glean a glimpse of heavenly secrets, but to do so excessively brings no benefit and will diminish one’s own fortune. That is why, whether her, Ruiji, or now even Ruan Xueyin herself, all observed more and spoke less, knowing better than to indulge such things unnecessarily.

Ye Yuan was confident that, if only he could obtain the Mechagod Sword, he would truly become a sword immortal in this realm, unrivaled under heaven.

Bai Ruinuo noticed the strange movements of Tian Dapeng and the others and realized his ploy to stall had finally been uncovered. The enemy was preparing to regroup and would no longer be deceived. A bitter, hard-fought battle was sure to follow.

Smoke and dust in the sky were instantly swept away. Fiery red torrents plummeted from the heavens and struck the earth, then swept out wildly in all directions! The already shattered and burning land was blasted apart, and the entire Ghost Island, amidst the thunderous roar that shook the Land of Wa, wailed as it split and sank beneath the waves.

Night had already fallen by the time they left the artisan camp. The planned meeting with Zou Youlin in Taidang County was naturally canceled. The group proceeded to Anhu’s military fortress, where Shi Tiansheng, having received word, was already waiting outside. He was no longer the young, inexperienced commander he had been when first appointed as a military marquis.

Together with Eva, I constructed a mental prison based on Albert’s memories, over which we both held control.

Yang Qi walked up to Liu Cheng, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, but did not speak. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Tang Yang, who lay behind Liu Cheng.

If anything else could have done this, it would not have the power to cause such devastation.

Lin Dongyang and Xu Meng did not talk for long—just a few minutes. Xu Meng called Lin Dongyang to confirm a few things and clarify the handover with her father; the group’s tickets were still in her father’s possession.

He had just taken one step when he heard a sound from the courtyard. His foot faltered as he looked up and saw Aralin’s sister also turning to glance toward the yard.

With the interruption, the couple could hardly pretend nothing had happened. Even so, they lingered for a moment, gazing at the distant sunset before slowly rising and descending the stairs.

A heavy sensation pressed against his waist, and something soft and furry brushed his neck, bringing an itchy feeling.

Hua Yueling thought about it and couldn’t help but scan his surroundings again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Unless someone unimaginably powerful was lurking nearby, he should have been able to detect any presence. Yet, he sensed no danger, so there should be no one around.