Containing Warmth

The Reflecting Cloud Spring at the Falling Cloud Manor is not particularly large, roughly estimated to be about ten meters in diameter.

Just as Lü Bu released his grip on the painted halberd with both hands, the weapon seemed to possess a spiritual awareness of its own, automatically returning to his grasp the very next moment.

The Reverse Scale Vanguard had just been established and would play a crucial role in the future; it must never be reduced to mere cannon fodder.

At this moment, Mount Laoshan was as lively as the New Year. Firecrackers were being set off, every courtyard was filled with banquet tables, and the disciples were seeking out familiar faces to drink with.

Cangsong City was a garrison town. Aside from the three thousand truly elite soldiers of the Martial Valor Battalion, there were also over ten thousand commoners. Though called commoners, they could well be considered reservists.

At that moment, the cry of an eagle pierced the vast sky. Everyone raised their heads to see a massive eagle soaring across the murky yellow heavens.

Death had always seemed like a distant concept to me. Even after learning how to capture ghosts, I had never once contemplated the possibility of my own death.

"My lord, please wait a moment." Yuan Zijian meticulously examined the patterns on the walls of the room. This was not his first time observing the place, but this time his careful inspection was meant to determine whether the room's furnishings had changed or if the room itself had shifted in its orientation toward the four cardinal directions.

The fragrance of the countryside rushed over them—it was the freshness of mountains after a fresh rain, the calls of livestock, and the rustic simplicity of the villagers.

To improve efficiency, our group of over twenty people split up into pairs. With a cheerful smile, Shen Kai dragged the young girl who had just informed everyone of Liu Xi's disappearance into the mountains.

Furthermore, he had actually become the sect master of one of the nine sacred lands. Such a massive pie falling straight from the sky without stunning him into unconsciousness—this young man was truly remarkable.

With these thoughts, Bai Rui cast a look of deep admiration toward Lin Canghai. At that moment, Lin Canghai was relying on the information the two of them had previously exchanged to locate the elevator doors.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Instantly, they all struck Lin Feng, forming layers of ice shards that walled off the area around him.

"Critical strike!" The terrifying force emanating from the colossal fist tearing through the air formed a fan-shaped purple sphere of spiritual energy at its forefront. As it broke the sound barrier, it emitted a sharp, hissing noise, unleashing an aura of overwhelming intimidation.

Liu Yang could clearly see that his fat-engulfed face, smooth and devoid of even a single wrinkle, was trembling slightly at this moment.

"What on earth is that?" Lin Feng asked, feeling somewhat bewildered. Wasn't this place the exit leaving the Chaotic Realm? Why did it seem as though there was another world at the edge of hell? This left him completely confused.

Before Chu Haotian could finish speaking, Baobao tossed the Myriad Condensation Spirit Origin Stone in its hand straight to the Worm King. The gluttonous creature had kept its eyes fixed on the stone the entire time, and seeing it fly toward it now, it swallowed the stone in one excited gulp, coiled its body on the ground, and began refining it.

Suddenly, the Insect Command World shook violently, and a massive barrier abruptly materialized before Baobao.

According to mythology, during the ancient era, the God clan and the Demon clan waged a war lasting hundreds of years. In the end, the God clan allied with the human race to defeat the demons, banishing them to the frigid and desolate lands of the extreme north—the Dark Forest.

Just as his voice trailed off, a robust man carrying a weapon resembling a giant hammer, crackling with blue lightning, arrived not far above their heads.

Upon hearing her words, Xu Xinyue felt a slight flutter in her heart. She had no idea when Qingyu had developed such feelings toward her.

Despite the internal dissonance it caused, Xie Luobai pulled Xi Cao into a tight embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder while breathing softly into her ear.

Relaxing comfortably on a tree fork, Wang Shen was nearly frightened enough to fall straight down by such a sudden shout.

Xia Zhongchun originally intended to say she wanted to examine other account books, but seeing the elderly woman look at her with such affectionate kindness, she nodded involuntarily.

Night Qingwu gazed into Cang Juechen's slightly worried expression and nodded gently. She knew he was currently preoccupied with state affairs and had to divide his energy to take care of her; she had no wish to add to his burdens.

"Why don't you come with me to rescue them? As for your enemies, I will help you settle the score. Once we rescue your comrades this time, I'll return with you to the Dragon Horse Gang and kill Ma Yuanshan and Xie Youjian. I'll let you take over the Dragon Horse Gang, how does that sound?" Liu Jun said.

"Is there anyone else who refuses to submit? If any of you are dissatisfied, step right up. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unmerciful," Liu Jun demanded.

Chu Nan stood up and struck the wall with a fist, instantly punching a gaping hole right through the partition of the private room.

The wings naturally belonged to the black raven's bound spirit. By using the black cat for possessed integration, he enhanced his own agility and unique intuition.

Jiang De looked at Zhao Ji with a wry smile and could only bow in gratitude. One had to admit that Zhao Ji treated those in his immediate circle with faultless generosity.

"It's the Flowers and Stones tribute! Tell all the ox-carts to pull over to the side and mind the livestock—they must not be allowed to bolt!" Zhou Tong hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs.

The male ghost stood just a meter away from He Chunshui, glaring with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression. He Chuncheng was completely paralyzed by terror at this point, trembling uncontrollably without uttering a single word.

Tossing the bead high into mid-air, he formed hand seals with both hands and casually projected a beam of light. The blood pearl spun rapidly and then streaked away in a specific direction.

If he did not step forward to ease the battle soon, waiting until the members of the Demonic Infant stronghold were completely slaughtered by the two individuals from the Crescent Moon Sword Sect would ruin his chances of seizing the opportunity.

Three days later, within the territory of the Wuxi barbarians, the Ma brothers, Pan Jun, Jiang Wan, and the others returned once more.

The Marquis struck out toward the dark clouds in the sky. At that moment, Sheng Tian was in Brahma Continent discussing the Marquis with the Dharma protectors.

Upon hearing the phrase "peerless grand formation," the illusory figure trembled visibly—a clear sign of fear. Operating on enemy territory meant he would find no advantage if a real fight broke out.

As massive waves surged and climbed, what burst forth was a creature devoid of a face or even a head. Its entire body was covered in eyes, with a tail that fanned out like a peacock's, yet each feather stood erect like swaying fine willow branches or venomous serpents lunging forward to strike.