Chapter 89: The Flourishing of Primordial Unity, the Age of the Primordial Spirit

After being brutally beaten by Zhong Shenxiu, Jiang Shu was furious and resentful, yet utterly helpless.

“A single man will always meet his limit. In the Spirit Realm of the Four Continents, countless people are now helping him perfect his Dao. No matter how hard I strive alone, I can never catch up. If I want to avenge this great humiliation, I will need innumerable gifted minds to help me deduce and refine the Dao as one. Only then will there come a day when I may surpass him.”

The first time they met, Jiang Shu had still been able to exchange a few moves with Chen Yang, but now he could not even...

Though Ye Fei harbored some suspicion, since the first two had both been escort missions while this one had none, the doubts in his heart faded when he heard the request made by the three Spring Festival envoys. Since they were all returning to Luolin City together, assigning him another task would hardly mean much anyway.

The two brothers decided to go out and have a good cry, then volunteered to chase down the coachman who had been frightened away.

In all his life, he had never seen so much money. Forget silver at home—even strings of copper coins were a rarity to him.

What followed was simple, if somewhat tedious. After the ceremonial rites, the top three newly successful candidates, as representatives of those who had passed this special imperial examination, entered the hall to have an audience with the Son of Heaven, while the others who had passed knelt outside according to rank. Across all three lists, there were several hundred of them in total; at a glance, the ground beyond was dark with kneeling figures.

Lingxi’s sleep was far from peaceful. Scenes from her previous life and her present one kept shifting and colliding in her mind. When she saw Emperor Yong’an cradling the Fifth Prince, pressing the muzzle of a loaded gun against the boy’s brow, she woke in sheer terror.

By the time Xiahou Yuan gave the order to set the fire, the three of them, together with more than a hundred soldiers, had already escaped the area drenched in lamp oil.

Otherwise, she had no idea where the gate of transmigration in her own space-time lay; she could only search from their side.

The blood-red great saber swept up and slashed. The Blood Demon God turned sideways and stepped forward, spinning the blade into a horizontal cut—a perfectly orthodox movement from battlefield drill.

As for those students who had stopped getting up to run again, Leng Yan said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the very few still racing across the athletic field like the wind.

Ignoring her grievous wounds, Hu Ximei leaped forward. Without even turning around, she forcibly intercepted that fiery red silken sash with her own back.

There came a very soft click as the lock caught. The last servant to leave shut the door gently behind him.

Before him, upon the back of a gigantic whale, the king of the Dragon Palace Kingdom, Sea God Neptune, braced both hands on the whale’s back and knocked his head to the ground.

After nibbling for a while, Miss An found she could no longer keep dazing out, because Uncle Wu was loudly directing the servants around her to clean—wiping windows, mopping floors, and the like.

Only after being helped up by magic did the village chief notice the two of them covered in blood and grime. Realizing what had happened, he respectfully invited Li Yang and his companion inside.

“How is this hard to settle? What’s the point of fussing with all that useless stuff? Just kneel and beg forgiveness—that’ll do!” As soon as Lu Shaoheng heard it, he offered his advice with particular goodwill.

A streak of violet sword-light shot into the sky and vanished with a whistle into the edge of heaven, shrinking in an instant into a single point of light before disappearing.

As time passed, a soft pop echoed through the air. He Qingchuan and the other, who had been watching closely all along, turned toward the sound. They saw that one of the translucent black threads embedded in an old man’s body had drawn out a writhing black mark—identical to the figure standing at the edge of the abyss.

He also knew that if he argued too much with Huo Linyuan’s side over the matter of going to school, he would probably provoke his father into a rage again, and then a few resounding slaps would surely follow.

But she seemed to have forgotten that, in trying to avoid her princely master before, she had already broken quite a few rules. Fortunately, her master was gentle by nature and had not punished her; had it been another, she would likely have died many times over.

In the blink of an eye, every house suddenly began to tremble, then rushed into motion, their positions shifting and exchanging at high speed.

But now that he thought back on it, the deeper he pondered, the more he could sense something distinctly extraordinary hidden within it.