He had, in fact, thought of this long ago.

The Track Master God was a god who had come out of the Divine Academy of the Master Gods, but unless matters grew truly grave, the Academy would never resort to such a desperate measure.

Taken together with the whole chain of events that day, this was no longer merely a question of deep waters; the terrifying vortex hidden beneath the surface was clearly about to start devouring people.

Wei Zhao seriously doubted that, with his meager frame, if he jumped in, not even a speck of him would remain in an instant.

Even so, this was no reason for him to switch sides and defect to the enemy at the last moment...

Thousands of demonic beasts howled piteously within a few hundred meters of Lin Tao, blood spraying everywhere like the sprinkler heads watering a garden lawn.

"Brother Liu, I'll take some men and charge them!" shouted Hao Yaoqi from behind Liu Zongmin.

A volley of fire-lance shots rang out, and several wooden targets a hundred meters away were blown to pieces by the lead balls of a hundred flintlock muskets.

Demons have their own reckoning; since even Heaven had sent down a thunder tribulation, what did they have left to worry about?

He truly wanted to see her again, to tell her that night he had struck her by mistake and it was his fault, that he had never meant to hurt her; he wanted to apologize to her face to face, and to see whether she was living well now.

The Koreans came over one after another, laid down their flintlock muskets and long spears, and re-formed into several columns. The wounded among them were carried off by the Yulin Army's medical corps.

But they saw that he kept both hands hoisting up his waistband the whole time, and any observant eye could immediately tell where the root of the problem lay.

The calling card was strange enough in itself: its tube was jet black, and its four corners were affixed with exquisite patterns carved from gold foil—by the Maidan, real gold, pasted on.

So she had cultivated demonic arts. Though Mo Zichen had sealed her acupoints, he could not keep them sealed for long. Now that she had regained her senses and caught the evasive look in his eyes, fury rose in her heart; she felt that all her passion had been poured into a flowing stream, and a wish to do herself harm welled up in her at once.

In modern society, after a normal person dies, the corpse gradually stiffens and is cremated after three to five days at most, so incidents like corpses rising up are exceedingly rare.

"How good could it be? This is already quite good—I can't even take the exams." It seemed he had once cherished lofty ambitions, hoping to change his fate through the imperial examinations.

For some reason, Chu Xinghan noticed that the person before him seemed to know quite a lot about him, yet he sensed not the slightest hostility.

Though she had quarreled with her family, Qin Mengyue was sincerely grateful for everything Xu Fan had done for her.

"So this is how beautiful a spirit crown looks after it takes human form." Su Sha Sumian seemed to have forgotten that she was a treasure capable of spitting out spiritual power, not merely something pleasing to the eye.

Yet just as everyone was itching to move, Lin Feng's words doused them with a basin of cold water.

"Are you really brothers? Then why do you have different surnames?" Sitting nervously in the car, Ye Sumian asked warily.

The victory banquet was set for the afternoon—that old man Xu really never knew when to stop. Victory for what? A banquet for what? A quiet meal would be better than anything.

Golden light blazed; in the cold night, even Chu Xinghan's body radiated a supreme splendor, as though it were the flesh of a god, giving off astonishing power at this moment. Not only had his spirit, qi, and vitality returned—even his aura had entered its most fearsome state of recovery.

Everyone knew that this day had come at last. Facing this vast sky-filled world, they would in the end take this brand-new step into an unknown world, to learn the truth of that place—until one day, until they came face to face with that world, and everything would begin anew.

And he had not noticed in the slightest that two black business vans were already tailing his car.

For a moment my mind was in turmoil; all my earlier deductions now seemed overturned and untenable.

In the space of a dozen or so breaths, over a thousand kinds of immortal ingredients had been refined into strands of essence, drifting through the alchemy furnace, interweaving and fusing, each of a different hue, glimmering with divine radiance.