Chapter 1502: Billion-Year Immortal Emperor

Li Fan’s prediction was accurate: within the black light domain, which closely resembled Mo Sha’s, there should have been nothing left but absolute silence. However, just as the Immortal Giant Rat was reveling in its self-satisfaction, a metallic clang of crashing waves and colliding mountains suddenly pierced through the black domain.

The sound resonated throughout the Primeval Immortal Realm.

This caused various responses to emanate from different parts of this immortal continent.

The rustling of wind through the forests, the flowing sound of babbling brooks, the crisp sound of converging winds and clouds, the clear cries of newborn life, the rumbling of mountains splitting apart...

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As soon as Xiao Chi exited the inn, he headed straight for the palace. News that Jun Changye and Hua Rumor were already on their way back had long since arrived.

It was hard to see any aristocratic aura in Li Jiuzhen; he seemed just like an ordinary person. So why did he, of all people, become Fan Xinyue's friend?

Hua Rumor, having re-entered civilian life, was impossible for him to find, and he didn't have the energy to search for her. Furthermore, he wanted Hua Rumor to choose between Jun Changye and himself. He believed she loved him but felt guilty towards Jun Changye. He was unaware that at this moment, her guilt was solely directed at Jun Changye, and as for him... their relationship was already severed.

Feng Hanlin, with his refined yet roguish demeanor, was toying with a folding fan. He closed the fan, tapped it against his palm, and his gaze landed on Zhai Lingyun. He paused, let out a surprised sound, and before he could speak, a peal of thunder boomed directly above his head.

Upon first meeting the leader of this Underworld Tribe, he became even more convinced that the Underworld Tribe was formed by the clansmen who had previously departed with the Prophet. He couldn't articulate the specific reasons, but his intuition told him that this was the truth.

Guo Jin was taken aback. He considered himself loyal to the imperial court, but when it came to being wholeheartedly devoted to public service, he knew he couldn't achieve it. Even in this matter, wasn't he advocating for the salt merchants behind him? Hearing Yang Zheng's sharp question, his face flushed, and he stammered a few incoherent words.

"Respected madam, we, the Nightcat Clan, are one of the Seven Guardians of the Earth. We inherit the will of the Night Guardian Blade and protect this continent. Princess Ophelia, being the young clan member with the highest concentration of royal bloodline within our tribe, was destined to become the envoy for this new generation of the Night Guardian Blade."

"Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. We have no other path. The Emperor must...?" Wang Zhen didn't continue, but Cao Jixiang understood the unspoken implication perfectly.

Whenever Ling Shun's gaze turned towards me, I could feel a strong resentment, unwillingness, and the desire to directly charge at me emanating from his eyes.

Hot tears soaked his clothes, burning his heart through his skin.

"No, I'm here to apply as a volunteer. I want to report to the management office first," Ye Zhenzhen said, taking out her application form and preparing to ask the plump old man for the exact location of the management office.

Feng Lingyue gazed at the mist before her, a playful smile appearing in her eyes. Her spiritual power surged, and red spiritual light swirled around her, eventually transforming into countless red longswords.

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"Ning'er, you're awake?" Chu Shaoyang, holding a white-haired physician, had just brought him to the bed to take Shen Ning's pulse when he suddenly discovered she had opened her eyes. Her dark eyes, bright and sparkling, were staring fixedly at him, filling him with a mix of surprise and joy.

A middle-aged man in gray clothes with a handlebar mustache hurried into the backyard of Hesun Hall.

With another flick of Chu Shaoyang's sleeve, several flare bombs landed in her hand. Then, his white figure flickered, disappearing from her sight.

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From a distance, they heard human voices coming from the direction of the threshing ground. Following the sound, everyone navigated through the intricate narrow passages.

Hearing these remarks, Feng Lingyue couldn't help but give a thumbs up to those old fellows from Chang Geng Academy, marveling that they could come up with such a method. In the Ghost Realm, aren't they afraid of something going wrong?

Damn it, what am I doing? Wasn't this Prandelli's spot? How did I end up standing here instead of him, to endure this tide of mockery? Waaah, I really have a miserable fate.

Grandma Long and the Jade Spirit were originally furious when they saw the Celestial Army Elder step forward and start scolding without explanation. However, upon seeing the Sheep Demon King step forward to respond to the Elder, they couldn't help but exchange a smile, settling back to watch how the Sheep Demon King would reply.

Qin Susu got up from the ground, her clothes already soaked. At this moment, her frail body evoked a sense of pity.

Ye Chen wanted to laugh but felt that laughing in this situation would only invite trouble, so he had to hold it in for now. It seemed Chen Yueyue wasn't too stupid; she had listened to what he said. All that was left was to deal with those ruffians.

The yamen runners had no intention of stopping, so Du Yuesheng had no choice but to continue forward. Finally, he reached the end where a thick stone wall blocked his path. Two sentries stood there. Their demeanor told Du Yuesheng that they belonged to Nade, not Gao Hongbo.

After the 23rd, the palace staff became even more apprehensive. Even Qimin and Lady Gao, who came to greet me daily, became solemn. However, I felt nothing.

"Du Chen, you've come here. Has the Ten Directions Sect met with a catastrophic disaster?" An Elder Supreme slowly opened his eyes and looked at Du Chen with an indifferent gaze.