Chapter 46: Seeking Immortality Alone

Niu Yichen whirled around abruptly, catching only a fleeting dark shadow as it vanished into the depths of the labyrinth.
"Trying to run? Not that easy!" Niu Yichen sneered, breaking into a run in pursuit.
The interior of the building turned out to be a maze, shrouded in eerie mist with extremely poor visibility.
"Qingxue!" Niu Yichen yelled at the top of his lungs, ...
"For Zishan, I would gladly brave mountains of blades and seas of fire without a moment's hesitation," Chen Yuan nodded hastily, speaking with a solemn oath.
"To avenge my elder brother, Zhou Liang, you must die!" Fu Si's gaze was fierce, a black talisman writhing relentlessly around him.
"I have the Water-Averting Pendant, allowing me to move freely in this ocean... but if we were to encounter ghost attacks underwater... Night Gazing Dusk would inevitably be unable to perform at her best due to the uncongenial environment... and we would certainly be in danger... Moreover, it seems here..." Ye Mo attempted to activate the Spirit Weapon Art.
Before long, the Blood Soul Bead began to transform rapidly, churning within like a raging sea kicking up monstrous waves of blood, while razor-sharp crimson spikes abruptly jutted out.
As he harbored these thoughts, Elder Ouyang also led the other three, each brandishing their magical treasures to hack at the crystal pillar.
Only by doing so could they avoid falling into the schemes of certain factions who desired the Chinese Federal Government to enter the World War prematurely.
In truth, Elder Shi's spiritual soul detection was far more accurate and efficient than taking his pulse. However, with Aoxue tagging along, Gu Feng naturally dared not give himself away, as Elder Shi's existence was one of his few closely guarded secrets, which must never be exposed—at least not until he possessed the strength to protect Elder Shi.
"Roar!!" The golden giant let out a furious roar, propelling its massive body toward Ye Mo's position. Its speed was not slow by any means, yet compared to Ye Mo, it lacked a certain agility.
As for the elite group, under Han Feng's leadership, the strategic deployment was remarkably wise. As the two primary attacking warriors, Han Feng and Dark Night were quite literally god-like figures on the battlefield! The very epitome of an overwhelming, irresistible force.
For some reason, with the help of Chu Xi and Chen Gan, the grievances and wariness deeply harbored in her heart no longer felt terrifying when facing the media.
Recalling the years of his youth, they felt like a fleeting dream that had brought an abrupt end to sixty years of worldly attachments.
Hearing this, Mo Yunbai was also taken aback; it was hard for him to imagine what kind of husband and wife the two of them could possibly be in another spatial dimension.
Without much explanation, she headed straight to the kitchen and prepared a bowl of green vegetable and poached egg noodles for Lin Zimo.
He had long since heard that their grand-uncle-master had mastered the Kunlun Sword Technique to the realm of perfection, combining the strengths of both Taoism and Buddhism to refine and improve the swordplay.
How could that be allowed? Was Granny Su to die in vain? If Gu Yanran truly kept this child, coupled with Sun Xian's glib tongue, she might actually persuade the Zhang and Gu families to enter a marriage alliance.
Guan Ziqing paused for a moment before realizing that she seemed to have lost her final value for utilization.
Yet these chains were forged from superior dark iron, impervious even to swords and axes by a fraction of a tenthousandth; how could she possibly snap them apart relying solely on her own delicate hands?
He had even compressed the four annual human sacrifices down to a single time, as abolishing them entirely proved impossible.
Qi Miao weighed the gold necklace; it was a solid dozen grams or so. Casually wrapping it around her wrist, she nodded in satisfaction.
Had she not pulled the power switch at Old Gan's Internet Cafe twice, perhaps she would never have transmigrated in the first place?
It was the same this time around; Old Donkey Head had agreed on the spot without even seeking Wang Dabao's consent, taking full charge of orchestrating Wang Dabao's marriage.
The sea waves gently lapped against the beach, fine ripples splashing onto the yellowish-brown sand. Accompanied by the rhythmic pulse of the tide, it sounded like lingering notes drifting away from a grand movement of music.