Chapter 137 How to Choose

Qin Xiao could not help but want to curse out loud.
Damn it, I worked my fingers to the bone and broke my back going through all this trouble.
And your casual remark about it being within a controllable range instantly shattered my composure, damn it.
"You old bastard, I knew long ago you were no ordinary man, but I never expected you to be this extraordinary."
"That princess of the Persian Empire, did you old fellow orchestrate her..."

Following the report by the Olympic Organizing Committee, the leadership of the Olympic Security Committee also presented their corresponding report to the meeting. However, compared to the Organizing Committee's stellar handling of various issues, the Security Committee's management of many matters left the bigwigs present quite dissatisfied.

The so-called joint burial quest was essentially to bury Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua together, fulfilling their dying wishes before they passed away. However, when Fang Jie went to claim the quest from Di Yun, things did not go smoothly.

As soon as the Divine Seal of Suppressing Netherworld appeared, the violent sword qi of the killing path—which had been churning like a whirlpool formed by a raging oceanic torrent—was instantly frozen, turning as lifeless as an inanimate object, with no chance of any further change.

As if driving the final nail into the coffin, another unit arrived on the southern front of the Russian army: the reconnaissance detachment of the 2nd Zhuque Corps.

The Pristine White Lotus was sitting on a boulder protruding amidst a gurgling stream, her trouser legs rolled up, dipping her jade-white bare feet into the water. A pair of ordinary white cloth shoes lay beside her. The faint moonlight falling upon her white robes made her look serene, graceful, and deeply moving.

"No need to calculate, it matches your birth time," Baili Rong said, interrupting just as she saw Ye Xilei counting on her fingers.

"No, we must go rescue the Ice Flower Quadruplets. No matter how difficult it is, we have to try! Let's go, to the Blazing Cavern!" Jiang Fan's expression turned resolute, for in his mind, there was nothing that could not be accomplished.

Seeing that everyone's spirits were rather low, Zhu Yougong felt that as their senior brother, it was necessary to boost morale. A smile immediately appeared on his face as he said, "Everyone shouldn't be so disheartened. Isn't it true that we haven't reached the very end yet? Until the final moment arrives, it means there is still hope."

Resisting the gravitational pull of the Hell Realm with all his might, Wang Chen's soul body inched outward bit by bit.

"Three?" Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's grandfather furrowed his brow. The generation of soul seeds was by no means a sure thing that could be achieved by simply catching any random creature. According to the normal manufacturing method of the Witch Soul Cult, it took nearly one hundred living beasts to produce a single soul seed.

"We mainly rely on wild fruits to fill our stomachs. Of course, if we are lucky enough to stumble upon the carcass of a wild beast, it truly feels like celebrating the New Year for us!" A bitter smile touched the corner of Ancestor Shennong's mouth. This world was cruel, and even mere survival had become an extreme luxury.

Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed in the depths of Lu Fan's heart—a sweet and melodious sound, resembling a singing lark.

Therefore, this time, if Immortal Fox was willing to act, then she would act; if she was unwilling... she probably had no choice in the matter anyway, or else she would simply be suppressed and killed alongside him before Liang Yu could complete his second dragon transformation.

Figures in the three realms of inquiring the Dao are no simple characters, and such a resounding shout fell precisely and accurately into their ears.

"It seems that Jian Yun is very likely to claim the title of the number one person in the Bitter Sea realm!" an elder remarked.

At this moment, the place had transformed into a peculiar realm. A divine tree soared into the skies, standing tall here, its aerial roots piercing through a boundless tract of land, fusing and refining it into a single, complete continent.

He half-opened his eyes, profound and mighty. Deep within his pupils, the Great Dao roared and divine swords slashed. Waves of primordial chaos aura emanated from his body, fully displaying the rules and profound mysteries of heaven and earth.

Now that it had been awakened by him, it happened to encounter another evolving divine technique of the military path here. They were automatically discarding the false and retaining the true, giving birth to a new, complete ancient scripture.