Having a damaged soul was really unpleasant, and for a while, Lin Fuqing remained in a semi-coma state, unable to wake up. He vaguely saw the bright flash of lightning through his eyelids and knew that an old friend had arrived. Then he vaguely heard Lu Kuifu’s rough and hoarse voice calling out “Lord” in Read More

The teleportation talisman landed at Lin Fuqing’s feet, and just as it was beginning to shine, marking the start of the spell, Tunan cut it in half. “You didn’t learn your lesson.” Lin Fuqing lightly shook the tip of his sword, as calmly as if he was cutting off a piece of insignificant dust. “I Read More

The reborned Demon Lord smiled internally and thought: I was so arrogant back then and didn’t even bother to give others the slightest bit of face, nearly destroying the spiritual heart of the Holy Son. It wasn’t intentional. It was just that, since he was a child, Yin Changxin had always told him he was Read More

The flying formation exploded, and the enormous millet boat of Ziwei Pavilion could no longer stay aloft, sliding down from the sky. Panic spread instantly. No one had expected such a thing to happen! Ziwei Pavilion—what kind of place was it? If one were to argue which sect held the most power in the Immortal Read More

The next morning. The secluded cliff jutted out from the midpoint of a mountain range along the border of Liuhua Continent. Thanks to the unique conditions deep within the cliff, a small spiritual spring had formed. It nourished the surrounding flora, making the vegetation especially lush. Large patches of fiery red trumpet creeper flowers bloomed Read More