Chapter 116: The Realm Changes Hands

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Yet even so, faced with the “Ghost God” Karl, ranked among the Seven Warlords of the Sea, they still dared not linger for battle, instead immediately turning and rushing toward the windows.

A few years earlier, the government had implemented a series of measures targeting these enterprises, starting with the adoption of a contract system. For example, the early Haiyan Shirt Factory was transformed this way—within just half a year, Buniansheng resurrected a nearly bankrupt company, turning losses into profits of hundreds of thousands, becoming a pioneer of reform.

As previously mentioned, the original self had set a trap for her, making her believe the task was easy to complete when in fact it was far from it.

Upon descending the aircraft stairs, that group came forward—sure enough, all old friends of Liu Lang.

If not for Yao Wu’s sudden stern expression and explosive hairstyle, along with Wu Hao’s headless fighting state, he might have thought the whole thing was an illusion.

After all, places marked well on the map could not be left unoccupied; perhaps after purchasing the map, they had to find suitable locations on their own.

Thus, guided by a wise Buddhist sage, they gathered the collective will of all beings, using the Arhat’s golden body as a medium to set up a barrier Buddhist formation, supporting Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The zombies besieging them were not ordinary—many were evolved zombies. Assessing the power of her own supernatural ability, Lin Zhi felt confident enough to enter. After some thought, she decided to check out the survivor base.

Later, Beizi came to realize he was quite a simple person, too easily trusting others.

This divine thunder was the perfect remedy for those with a wood-element constitution, one of the rare healing types among the destructive divine thunders. It had the effect of reviving withered wood, awakening new life, nurturing and awakening, causing all things to flourish anew.

Su Yue was momentarily stunned, his eyes glancing down involuntarily. Indeed, after the assault of the bright flash, residual light spots lingered everywhere, causing dizziness, except for the red carpet stretching beneath his feet all the way to the cinema hall, indicating the way forward.

However, what puzzled Li Yanqing was that Zhao Ji could have beheaded Zhu Mian in the bustling city of Suzhou, which would have been his greatest chance to gain fame and establish his benevolent ruler status in the hearts of the southeastern people.

The sorcerer Kunpeng used the Water Mirror Technique to reconstruct scenes from ancient memories—of the ancient demon court commanding the myriad wild demons, dominating the primordial world.

“What about Northward City? What kind of city is it?” the demon lord continued to ask such inexplicable questions.

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“May I ask Mr. Hugo Rhodes, how many records can a famous singer’s sales reach?” Li Zetian smiled and continued questioning.

Just a few breaths later, all traces of blood disappeared, and the entire third floor of the Golden Touch Tower returned to its previous state of chaos. Tu Kun’s body, like falling leaves, dropped straight down from the air, landing on the ground.

He was about to use the Kunlun Mirror for a final breakthrough when suddenly his gaze paused, his expression calm and composed.

Su Yue raised an eyebrow with curiosity, looking intently at Turner. After the film festival ended, he had been busy with the Tianji concert and hadn’t accepted interviews from certain domestic media, let alone Western media reports.

Among the three ninth-level creatures on the opposing side, only the giant serpent was completely immune to ranged attacks and most effective against the blazing sun marksman. Therefore, his first target was this enemy.

Speaking of transmigration, Gou Xun initially reacted like an ordinary person, utterly disbelieving such a thing.

“Huo Bing, you guys, damn it, come here! Are you hiding anything from me, or is there something you haven’t told me?” Huo Yinzhu shouted amidst the Huo family.

Outside the airport, a bus was waiting—not arranged by Xuan Yan and the others, but by the elderly gentleman.

“Engaged to Prince Huai, moving out of the Gu residence—does she really think we have no way to deal with her?” Gu Shi said grimly.

At the time, Long Ling did not give a clear answer, only smiling and saying he was just momentarily impulsive, wanting to show off. But now Qian Yan finally understood: Long Ling wanted to express himself, to walk his own path, to be different from everyone else, unwilling to be constrained by anyone, free and unbound.

At the banquet, after a few drinks, Gu Qinghan began to pour out the story between Yu Qianche and the Jade Butterfly.

Luo Qimo leaned back, gazing distantly at the bank card on the tea table, chuckling—maybe it was time to buy something.

If it were not for the previous emperor of the founding dynasty’s grave mistake, and the diligent governance over the past decades restoring the nation’s strength, then perhaps the Northern Alliance would not have needed to intervene. Instead, the border states would have directly torn up the treaties and invaded the founding nation together.

“Did you see the soldier who just left? Take good care of him and make sure no one contacts him,” Shi Miyuan instructed the steward.

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Ichiro Ida said, “For fairness, this is necessary.” It seemed the people of Country J had thick skin, unafraid of being mocked for excessive formality—something to learn from in certain situations.

“No release, just no release! How dare you tease me? I’ll never let you go—” Xi Bobo bit his ear, speaking incoherently.

“You damn Taoist, you better not provoke him,” Yao Muchen glared at it. If that guy dared to accuse cheating in front of the sect leader, what wouldn’t he dare do?

Watching his mother’s fading figure, Afa’s cheeks twitched as two tears fell. He quietly wiped them with his sleeve, comforted by his resentment toward an unchangeable reality and a reverence for his mother’s mechanical toil for the family.

He deliberately raised the volume on the words “boss” to let everyone know that Xia Fan was his leader.

If they invited a Bodhisattva for Sister Wang, it was likely that not only would the illness remain uncured, but both of them would get entangled in trouble.

Each letter had already been soaked through with tears of a smiling face, the ink completely dispersed.

This sea area lay southeast of Qingyang City. Yao Muchen slowed his pace, waiting for the two Divine Crow Taoists while observing the surrounding waters.

Chen Xinghai focused wholeheartedly, undistracted, immersed in alchemy, feeling the herbs melting and the furnace’s heat changing.

His confidence came from the fact that a big shot had stolen all of Industrial Light & Magic’s recent developments and passed them on to him.

But at that time, people lived in blissful ignorance, unaware of the treasure they possessed until half a century later, when it became clear that Chinese animation had once stood at the world’s peak—an unsurpassed pinnacle for China ever since.