Volume 1, Chapter 38: Breaking the Stalemate

Tang Xinyi smiled bitterly. "Who can blame me when the Ye family wields such immense power in the Deep City? Their word is law."

Zheng Li was surprised. "So, you plan to go back?"

"Of course I have to. How can I ignore my grandfather’s summons? Besides, I want to confront Ye Ziqing and get some answers," Tang Xinyi said with unwavering resolve.

Ye Shaoyang quickly understood. She had taken advantage of the statue being corroded by corpse energy and the array not yet fully restored to break through the barrier and slip in here.

In silence, Su Wen took a tattered strip of cloth from her bosom. It was something Yun Mu had discarded after rescuing her, but Su Wen had secretly kept it ever since. It held extraordinary significance to her.

“I understand. Place the ashes by the utility pole, fire at a sixty-degree angle, one every two seconds. Once done, make a run for it...” Pipilu finished speaking and nodded to Ning Cai and Fang Tianbao. Then he pulled out two fireworks as thick as detonators from his pocket.

Two dog-headed men fixed armor plates onto the interfaces grafted onto Q17, all while singing hymns in praise.

“That’s not just standing guard—it’s standing cool!” Fang Tianbao declared. Then, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, he executed a flawless forward roll. His entire body sprung up from the billiard table as if propelled by a spring.

The Third Elder took a short bamboo flute from his bosom and blew into it. A sharp, piercing whistle immediately filled the air. Upon hearing the sound, the Great Elder and Tiemohan dashed toward the Third Elder’s direction, while the Third Elder pursued Liang Xin closely.

Inside was the fuel for a cosmic warship capable of unleashing an explosive power surpassing that of a tactical atomic bomb from the old era—one-third of a gram of antimatter.

Q17 responded with a cold snort before pulling back the bolt. If he still feared those Saint-rank monsters, he had no qualms about dealing with these lower-tier intelligent beings in the food chain.

Yet, so many years had passed, and the person was no longer alive. Getting to the truth was far from easy.

Amid the shifting, flickering, and ever-changing data streams, a stagnant aberrant flow suddenly appeared. Guided by a complex numerical equation, it expanded like freezing ice until it crystallized into a fixed data cluster: a solid, intricate data lock.

Because Zi Yi’s assessment of Shi Zhixuan was that at his prime, Shi Zhixuan would surpass the three great masters.

Originally, he never drank! Alcohol numbs the nerves and dulls reactions! Most importantly, it affects his sword. He never did anything detrimental to his sword, so he never drank.

By contrast, the bond between Houtu and Dongfang Yu was closer. In the past, Dongfang Yu even lived among the Wuzu tribe.

Watching the scene before her, Jesiah felt as if a thunderous crash resounded in her mind—the sound of decades of atheism and materialism collapsing.

Fan Binbin’s heart raced uncontrollably as she quickly glanced at Lin Zhiling beside her, grateful that she hadn’t been noticed.

“Immortal, what did you just say?” Seeing Han Feng muttering under his breath, Mo Lihai, sitting nearby, quickly bent forward with a flattering expression and asked.

After pondering for a while with no idea, he shook his head and muttered to himself, “It must be the ignorance of a foolish youngster, arrogantly self-righteous.”

Guangyuan and Zhu Wujiu were also left behind by Ling Han to guard the Ling family. Their martial talents were limited; breaking into the realm of Life’s ‘Blossom’ would require at least over a decade of cultivation. Following Ling Han wouldn’t be much help, so it was better for them to stay and train properly within the Ling family.

Under the roar of a dragon’s cry, the crescent-shaped sword light shattered violently. White Qi, mounted on his horse, was heavily wounded; his body shook violently as he spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, nearly falling off his horse.