Volume 1, Chapter 37: Parallel Ultra-Eight

With the help of the hyper-dimensional radar, traveling to the Ultra-8 world could be done at any time. However, before that, as the Supreme Leader of the Land of Light, Lin Yu needed to arrange everything properly before he could leave with peace of mind.

The perspective retracted, and space-time returned to tranquility. As the hyper-dimensional radar ceased its operation, the imagery before Lin Yu shifted from the chaotic overlaps of space-time back to Hikari’s laboratory.

"You... you aren't angry that I called you my fiancé?" Once she finished speaking, Yan Zhengxi withdrew his smile. He looked down at her bright eyes with a deep, unfathomable gaze, his expression darkening as if in repentance. The soft sensation against his hand, though no longer the same hand he had kissed and held in the past, belonged to the person who still caused him such deep heartache.

Ye Ji had originally felt he would definitely go, but the experience in his dream made him hesitate; the rows of sharp, serrated teeth left him with lingering fears.

It was precisely due to that remark that Li Yan had orchestrated this "reality show," causing An Youran to fall into an irreversible trap. Her long-standing efforts were destroyed in an instant, and she had been caught red-handed by Li Yan. How could she not be filled with hatred? How could she not want to tear this culprit limb from limb as a warning to others?

Feigning absent-mindedness, she waved her hand dismissively. As Eunuch Qi turned to leave, Shu Linyu’s gaze instantly regained its wisdom and resolve, along with a trace of worry hidden deep within.

However, judging from the state of Ye Ji's recent physical activity, his lungs were likely unharmed—a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

With his heart destroyed, only a healing elixir of the fifth grade or higher could save his life. How could the Sect Master possibly possess such a thing? At the critical moment of life and death, he had seized that innate magical artifact, which possessed the power to protect his soul from dissipating, allowing him to scare off Xiao Dingtian and Pan Feng.

The knight in white robes and silver armor was incredibly handsome, in no way inferior to the friends Su Xia had in Tianlan. His chiseled features appeared deep and striking, and his physique was tall and upright. Even as he lay quietly in bed, unable to move, he exuded an unusual sense of oppression.

"If we had known Grandpa was there, we should have gone to see him!" Ning Yuanlan said with a hint of guilt.

Just as everyone was resting, believing they had escaped disaster, Ding Jie suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Meng Qi was deeply impressed by Xing Tian's spirit; perhaps only a man like Xing Tian could truly be called a hero.

Can caring deeply really be enough to keep you from sleeping? Stop deceiving yourself! Who can truly know who has ever cared for whom?

It is inconvenient not to have reached the Spirit Tempering Stage; one can only open the Heavenly Eye through talismans, and even then, the time is limited. Once at the Spirit Tempering Stage, one only needs to form a few hand seals to open it, and it consumes very little spiritual energy.

Clang! With the sound of a blade leaving its sheath, the hilt in Tao Junluo's hand transformed into a massive broadsword. The blade was about three meters long and forty centimeters wide, covered in lightning symbols that layered over the steel like scales.

He did not sleep all night. All night long, he struggled to recall the past, but as the night passed and the sun climbed up from the sea, his memories remained a blank slate.

Old Master Qin fiddled with the walking stick in his hand, his expression grim. Upon hearing the news brought by Qin Yan, he offered no comment.

Meng Qi finally compromised. He raised his hand to stop Zhou Wei’s movements and gently laid his sword on the ground.

"What? Still haven't found that dagger?" A middle-aged man's voice drifted from inside the room.

"Just call me Weiwei. Fine, you can drink with me, but stay away from me. I really hate the smell of smoke on you!" Zhang Weiwei, visibly annoyed by the scent of cigarettes, covered her mouth and gestured for him to move away.