Volume 1, Chapter 55: Unbearable

"As expected of the Great Perfection realm," Zhao Ming murmured softly as he felt his cultivation level increase. He slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as they fixed upon the passage ahead that led to the sixth floor.

A moment later, a high-speed rotating vortex abruptly formed within Zhao Ming's body. The vortex spun furiously, sending out wave after wave of ripples that continuously dispersed outward. The humming sound generated by the rotation resonated with a certain rhythmic pattern, passing through the meridians of his body and melting into every single inch of his skin.

From the present perspective, and in accordance with Chu Tiankuo's philosophy, only by experiencing life and death and walking along the precipice of hell could one's true potential be stimulated. Only through such trials could a person truly be forged.

"Host, you finally understand. Then let's join forces to deal with Fan Jian!" the demonic spirit said.

Anyone capable of truly achieving a profound comprehension of a Great Dao would possess an extraordinary level of cultivation. Within this Great Wu Dynasty, such a figure could well be regarded as a resounding and peerless expert.

Yet, he still smiled. Even after suffering such a miserable defeat, Shui Wuchang continued to smile. His mask had long since fallen to the ground, but his extremely fair face blossomed like pear blossoms in the rain.

"This should be the place," Xu Bin said, looking back and forth, right and left, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Given the tribe's innate reverence for warriors, they naturally regarded him as the most powerful person within the You Clan tribe. In reality, they also viewed him as one of their own.

As for what would ultimately happen to the monk Zhishen, these powerful experts of the Profound Dharma realm hailing from the Central Province cared not a whit.

The moment she stepped through the door, Ding Lan gave her parents a huge hug, and warm, gentle smiles bloomed across their faces.

However, the moment Zhao Li drew his sword, the hunched old man, who had been hiding nearby and quietly closing in on him, witnessed the scene unfold right before his eyes. Although he was consumed with anxiety, neither he nor Tang Yu wielded a sword at this moment. An assassin without a sword possessed no lethal edge, leaving him with no choice but to wait for an opportunity.

Within the Phoenix Luan Palace, the Empress, draped in luxurious robes, sat with utmost dignity. Another man, clad in silver-gray brocade, sat quietly to the side, his expression detached and indifferent.

The moment Fang Jing's voice trailed off, Shan Yunshang froze. The towering Frost Sword she held aloft was ultimately lowered and pulled back.

There was even a post-credits scene; they felt this trip had been entirely worth it. This was, damn it, far more exciting than any movie.

Meanwhile, Azathoth, caught in a state between half-sleep and wakefulness, and in order to prevent himself from being repelled by the universe, infected four native lifeforms and transformed them into Great Old Ones. Later on, a few of those entities gradually cultivated themselves into the realm of Outer Gods.

He had originally assumed that Tianlan Miaoyi would, at this moment, be undergoing full-throttle cultivation just like Chu Ying, or perhaps grappling with some formidable bottleneck.

Immediately afterward, a deep and ancient voice resounded, filling every single corner of this cavernous space.

"There is no need for you to be so formal. Here, I am simply a military medic—just a military medic like Liu Qin and Yun Jing. You don't need to put me on a pedestal," Chu Chu said with a smile as she opened the canister of medicinal powder in her hand.

The cyan-white mist gradually blurred his silhouette, yet it only made his charm all the more captivating. A faint aura of keeping strangers at a distance emanated from his entire being, though it failed to make him seem cold or aloof.

Though it was a statement of the obvious, had negotiation been an option, Chen Cheng and Yang Rui would never have waited outside the door.

Hmph! What abysmal archery. I always said the Liao army was utterly incompetent! How dare someone with that level of skill show their face out here? If that had been me, I wouldn't have let the target dodge at all! Tie Rou muttered brazenly, completely oblivious to the danger.

Luo Heng was also pondering intently as he played, perhaps racking his brains over how to make Xia Qingxiao happy, though the effort was actually giving him a mild headache.

Even at night, bathed in nothing more than dim moonlight, his exceptional bearing remained undiminished. Possessing good looks was, after all, an innate advantage.

Even if the ultimate outcome did not go the way I desired, at least I tried my best. Even if we didn't end up together, I would never be able to reproach my past self for lacking persistence.

During this period, all the staple foods provided to me at the hospital were carefully curated by nutritionists, and most of them were things I disliked. Therefore, having finally managed to sneak out for a rare excursion, I naturally found it a bit difficult to restrain my appetite.

Everyone present froze in place. Chen Yin even forgot to utter a single word of interruption, rising immediately and walking directly toward Xiao Ziting.

She recalled that the last time she chatted with Ye Qingting online was during the Champions League matches several weeks prior. Following that, as his visits to the school gradually grew less frequent, the communication between them naturally faded away as well.

After she led the person inside, she asked me how I had been lately, once again bringing up the same old questions concerning Lin Rongshen and me. Noticing an outsider present, I answered in very generalized terms. Sister Tan listened while operating the water dispenser, filling two cups—one for me and one for the young man.

These trails of fire were sometimes fierce and straight like sharp swords, piercing directly toward the depths of their hearts; at other times, they twisted like dragons or snakes with extreme agility, looping around to intercept them from the front and weaving a dense net to launch an assault.

Sure enough, the metal box in the center of the arena vanished, and simultaneously, they found themselves uncontrollably sliding down toward the edge of the arena, looking for all the world as though they were voluntarily forfeiting the match. Anyone watching this spectacle could instantly comprehend what was truly happening.

He had never liked it when I brought up the past, because our past was nothing short of humiliation and disgrace to him.

Seeing Feng Ya depart with a less-than-friendly expression, Ji Ming, who was somewhat familiar with the dark rumors within the industry, sidled up to Li Yunhui with a worried expression.

Yet, failing to enter an immortal sect ultimately limited one's prospects, and according to regulations, it would even mean forfeiting many imperial privileges.

Li Yunze, on the other end of the line, fell into silence, having long anticipated that checking the surveillance video would yield very few clues.

"Then let's buy. The broader market didn't slide further downward today on the back of last Monday's sharp decline. I think we can initiate our position with a thirty percent stake for now," the strategy department agreed, while also suggesting keeping the purchase volume relatively modest.

Lin Liren's stomach tightened at the gaze. He knew that if he hadn't spoken out of turn and leaked information about Caesar, things would never have devolved to this state. Yet, he had never imagined that Qianhui's father was the kind of man who would brazenly demand Caesar's position outright.