Chapter 147: The Astonishment of the Demonic Host

"As expected, only when the Dream Paradise is tainted by slaughter will you, who transcend the laws, manifest."

A Bao's eyes remained pitch black, and his emotions fluctuated very little.

His gaze was one of absolute determination.

The divine persona, he must obtain it.

"Oh? Something that transcends the laws? Is this the special spiritual stove you are after?"

Bai Nianxuan smiled faintly, her chilling voice shocking the other demons.

From the way Han Tang looked at Meng Xinghun, Zhang Yang deduced that Meng Xinghun's situation must be just like his own. Could this fellow have also sneaked into the Sun residence?

Yet that object was something he could not afford not to get. He intended to forge three natal true talismans—Azure Underworld, Vast Sea, and Mountain—into one, and only by using this treasure as a vessel would he have the greatest possibility of success. Only in this way, upon entering the Nascent Soul realm, could he cast off the restraints of the landscape talismans, achieve a glazed Nascent Soul, and lay a solid foundation for surviving the tribulation of the Crimson Sun Fire Sea.

Another arrow flew through the air, striking Di Wu's horse. Startled, the horse bucked and threw Di Wu from its back.

Yang Jingheng's Second Piano Concerto featured a first movement of eight minutes, a second movement of six minutes, and a third movement lasting nearly ten minutes—a grand-scale piece.

Everyone turned simultaneously toward the source of the sound. Zhang Yang, who was just about to meet the incoming Halberd of Heavenly Decree, helplessly rubbed his nose and gave a bitter smile. With that cheap, raspy voice, even if he used his heels to think, he would know it was Lu Chen.

Chen Qiao patted Ye Feng's shoulder. Although he had also broken through to the eighth grade, compared to Ye Feng, there was still a vast gap.

Only at this moment did people suddenly realize how young Yang Xue was. If she were to be promoted further to deputy departmental level, wouldn't that be a bit too shocking to the world?

Ma Zaoping's laughter abruptly ceased. His twisted face, with eyes that seemed to spew blood, stared fixedly at Zheng Yonghao, yet for a long time, he remained speechless.

Fourteen Crimson Sun cultivators had arrived here with Jiang Qiao, but by now only eight remained. As these eight landed on the array altar, their feet touching the solid earth, wisps of pure spiritual essence penetrated their bodies, allowing them to sense the vibrant vitality within the earth's veins. Only then did their hearts finally settle, and the tightly wound strings in their minds gradually relaxed.

Aboard the Wind-Sailing Sail, Su Mu desperately tried to solidify the incantation seal in his palm, while high up in the air, Sima Lie, who was engaged in battle with the emaciated old man, found his situation growing increasingly dire.

Zhao Ming hurriedly said, "May the Princess appease her wrath; Ming has no other intentions." His original intention was merely to voice a grievance for his master and incidentally win some sympathy, but he had never expected that A Jiu would play the fool and wipe away all traces of her former identity with a single sentence.

In that case, the shareholders' meeting would definitely have to be held. Those shareholders cared about nothing as long as a project could make money; everything else was secondary.

Inside the Imperial Ultimate Hall, King Wei's shrill cries and weeping echoed. A Jiu's heart sank as Qi Yao scooped her up and rushed inside. They saw the hall in utter chaos; King Lian and the Queen were surrounded and subdued by the imperial guards, while the Emperor lay slumped at an angle in King Wei's arms, his breath faint.

In the past, even when Ye Feirong held her in disdain, his tone had still been pleasant. Why had it turned into this expression today?

Looking at the lavish dishes, Gu Chenfeng's lips curled up slightly, a wave of warmth surging into his heart.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Han's deep eyes gazed at her, yet he did not step closer despite her retreating steps.

Following Caesar's order, the fifteen soldiers in front of him lined up according to instructions within five seconds.

If these were top-grade medicinal herbs, then the ones in his master's dimensional space were priceless treasures that could not even be bought with money.

"I told you to play on your phone less. When your cervical spine straightens out reversely, it'll be too late for regrets." Yun Bai had nothing else to do whenever he was free other than play on his phone, and his various habits were truly terrible.

"So, where on earth do you people get the confidence to make me die a horrible death?" Song Yushen revealed a look of contempt.

Such a colossal quantity was something ordinary factions might not be able to produce even if they poured out all their strength. Source stones, being non-renewable resources, had always been contested by major factions and were consequently extremely precious.