Volume One, Chapter 43: Rest Assured! Neither Unraveling Nor Fleeing

Shen Qingqing gazed at Mo Lingcheng, momentarily at a loss for how to respond. She realized that she had just revealed her true feelings. His warmth and salvation had unexpectedly lowered her defenses, exposing a softness within her heart. How perilous that was! How could she forget his grand mansion, his role as a special assistant... Fundamentally, he was no different from the elite families.

This place was the legendary paradise, a realm where the God of Light and angels dwelled. Only the purest holy light existed here; all beings outside of this light were branded as heretics. The God of Light ruled supreme.

“This is your last resort, isn’t it? Do you really think this handful of people is enough?” Dongfang Pu sneered coldly.

Just as they were caught between surprise and relief, the dozen or so behind them suddenly screamed in agony. Their faces flushed from red to a deathly pale; blood trickled from the corners of their mouths. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated.

“Yes, the Meizhou Gazette has seen a significant drop in sales recently, mainly because those who attended the events have left,” Shao Meng replied.

In the void, a majestic inferno surged, transforming into a true essence flame serpent several meters long, lunging fiercely at Qin Yu.

The tavern owner, busy preparing dishes for Chen Fan, immediately set down what he was holding and hurried over excitedly.

Lv Feng had awakened. He anxiously checked his body, pinching himself to confirm the lingering pain. Thankfully, he was still alive. His heart pounded as he examined his internal energy. What was going on?

With only one day left, Lv Feng dared not delay. Grasping the Nether Sword tightly, he began his search for a spirit beast. Like Lv Feng, the others had scattered, each taking a moment to adjust before officially entering the competition.

“Enough talk! Hold on, all of you! If no one emerges after one incense stick burns out, we’ll retreat—better late than never!” The old enigmatic man knew his demand was harsh but dared only ask for the time of one incense stick. For the Five Absolute Sect, it was worth the effort.

“A purple card holder or not, let’s see who dares stop me from dining here today,” the wealthy young master sneered coldly, raising his right hand to brush away Zhao Jian’s grasp.

Lu Xuan found it hard to believe his own suspicion. The thought flashed briefly before he suppressed it deep within.

“Haha… Aren’t your demon gods so powerful? How come none of you can even withstand a single strike?” Many late-stage master gods mocked the thousands of demon gods.

Wu Fan’s face flushed with embarrassment. His gaze briefly met Gu Liangxin’s but he dared not look directly at her. The trust crisis had just erupted, yet Wu Fan had agreed to the marriage arranged by Sect Leader Gu Liang.

The immortal elder of the Undying Tribe respectfully accepted the letter with both hands, then summoned another elder and hurried away.

Below, those who initially mocked Huang Xiaotian for overestimating himself fell silent, thoroughly slapped by the scene before them.

“This leyline core stone can quickly restore consumed energy, even three times more effectively than pills. Keep it on your person, and you can replenish your strength at any time,” Qi Xuanyi explained. This was the treasure that allowed him to display the Solar True Fire without exhausting much energy, first discovered at the gate.

The cultivator merely glanced at the old man and continued onward, paying him no heed. To him, the old man was nothing more than a mortal.

Originally, only about thirty people had entered here. Now, around the tower, at least hundreds of cultivators had gathered. Qi Xuanyi recognized many of them, surprised to find so many had come here.

“How did you manage to avoid it?” Liu Neng asked, also puzzled. Against an immortal realm powerhouse, soul usurpation was normally unstoppable.