Chapter 80: The Guardian's Transformation

The wine sprite must have appeared.
But I don’t know when she drank the wine.
I asked Chang Yu if he had seen anything sneaking around and stealing wine to drink.
Chang Yu shook his head, saying he hadn’t seen anything.
Then, as if dazed, he stood in this vast, dark space, hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance. After a while, he closed his eyes, just as he would on Mushroom Mountain at Dongsha Ridge.
Well, then.
...
The marks on her neck, rather than fading, had grown even more distinct by now.
“Are you all right?” Gu Liangjun, seeing the look on her face, put down the bowl of medicine and walked up to her, touching the girl’s forehead. He could feel that her fever had subsided, but her whole body was clammy and sticky.
Her ration had dwindled again and again, until she was subsisting on little more than coarse grain and vegetables... let alone any chestnut cakes.
The wooden man’s fist struck the inner wall of the light barrier, but was stopped. Yet cracks appeared in the barrier.
Di Rui Yingxue’s condition was dire; had she been discovered five minutes later, not even celestial elixirs could have saved her.
From this, it was clear that the adventure industry in this world was booming—a truly sunrise industry, flourishing and full of promise.
He never dreamed that this fellow was actually the manager of the opposite grid, here to poach talent.
So she found a good spot near the restroom, sat down, and stared intently at the restroom door, ready to call Li Xing’er over as soon as she came out, so they could eat together.
If he couldn’t provide a reasonable explanation today, it might implicate the entire Micro-Wing Tribe.
Before the words had even finished, Qin Hao suddenly heard the sound of wind slicing past his ear. He spun around to see the bearded man with a line of blood running from his groin to the crown of his head.
The continent was no longer turbulent, but countless races had perished, and the powerful beings who survived were all stunned into unconsciousness by the upheaval.
After a pause of several seconds, the iron spikes that had pierced through the stone walls on either side withdrew, separating and sliding back into the stone. The cave returned to its previous calm.
Striking ruthlessly, completing the task—nothing more. Why follow their rhythm? Once you stray from your path, you become someone else’s vassal, while demons secretly watch and laugh.
Murong Xianglong helped out as well, but it didn’t do much. Only then did Huang Fei notice that Murong Xianglong’s arm dangled uselessly—it looked as if it were broken.
“Thunder attribute?” Hearing his master say this, Dugu Hong paused in surprise. Could he have another attribute? Previously, he’d only discovered the dual attributes of ice and fire. Of course, if not for the lion-tiger beast, he wouldn’t have discovered he had such an attribute.
I weighed my options and decided to give it a try. The odds weren’t great, but there’s no harm in trying.
Everyone wanted to see whether Xu Lingrong could really refine a grade-three spirit pill as he claimed, while they had little hope for Ye Feng. The few who paid attention to him only wanted to see what grade of spirit material he would attempt to refine.
Xuanjizi and Xuanyuan Haotian were both astonished, looking at the figure suspended in midair. They could hardly believe it was real. Of course, they hoped it was. Dugu Hong’s confident gaze sparked hope in their hearts.
Wu Haiming glanced at the elders behind him, who all nodded. One young elder leaned in and whispered something in Wu Haiming’s ear, and he nodded repeatedly.
Although normally, the chaotic and destructive path brought by Evil Heaven is a later development, the distinction between innate and acquired is not simply a matter of chronology; it touches on many aspects. Heaven’s Way will naturally discern, but it takes time.