Chapter 25

As he dragged the scroll bar, the screen suddenly went black. When the image returned, the scene had changed to a bathroom—the reason being the large bathtub visible in the frame.

Gu Changfeng tinkered with his computer for a while, staring at the scattered specks of light on the screen. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Well played, Guo the Third. You pull off this dangerous scheme and leave me to take the heat!" He picked up his phone and called the number labeled "Guo Wei," but it went unanswered.

The location where Jiang Dong and his two companions stood was likely not the base, yet the stone pillars here had already become massive, with less than five miles remaining to the outer rock wall. This meant the diameter of the stone pillar at this point was around twenty miles, whereas the summit was estimated to be only about a mile wide.

After hearing Jifeng’s explanation, Mo Ran had an epiphany: this golden light was the "Light of Fortune and Virtue." "So, I’ve accumulated quite a bit after all," she thought. "Good deeds really do bring good rewards."

"Are you talking about the voice that summoned you in just now?" Huangfu Che had originally assumed the source of that voice was this very portrait, given that it was the only thing in this place that might have a connection to Luo Sisi. He hadn't expected the voice to manifest again.

When Qian Jiang made that remark, everyone else noticed it too and burst into laughter. Jiang Dong was confused, and given the circumstances, he couldn't ask. Just as he was becoming annoyed, Shangguan Qiedie approached him. She looked him up and down, and upon noticing the wooden plaque, her moist, delicate lips curled into a mocking smile. She turned the plaque over and pointed to the characters written on it.

The two nodded; they were old hands at this. One set up an illusion barrier, while the other scattered poison outside to mask their scent, ensuring no creatures would disturb them.

Qing Zhu and Zi Yang both frowned. The individuals previously possessed had never exhibited such symptoms. Both sensed a whiff of danger.

No sooner had Taoist Yun Mao finished speaking than a wild gale swept through the main hall. An alarm rang in everyone’s heart—this wind was unnatural. They placed their hands on their magical artifacts, ready to fight at a moment's notice.

Looking around, they saw a barren valley. Although covered in grass and shrubs, the greenery looked like vegetation that had only recently sprouted.

Facing two Anluoyins simultaneously proved taxing, even for a supreme master like Li Zonglong. His previously fluid defense suddenly became strained. The two Anluoyins moved like twin black whirlwinds, attacking from both sides and forcing Li Zonglong to retreat step by step.

"Hello, you must be Dean Lan, right?" A Japanese doctor wearing glasses greeted Lan Zhenghao.

Yang Zhuo controlled the azure lotus through runic seals, which inevitably revealed his location. It was no surprise that the Yin Sha Asura had found him. But could Yang Zhuo dodge this furious strike from the Asura?

Perhaps A-Jin had flown too far away to receive her mental transmission. A-Qing stood frozen in place, the Mao Dong in her hand slipping to the ground. She bit her lip so hard that a thin line of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

From time to time, he looked up in anxiety, checking to see if any rocks would fall, as he had heard the terrifying sound of stone cracking but had no idea what Old Mai was doing outside.

A-Huang didn't even need to think to know that Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators were already high-end practitioners in any cultivation family. "You bunch are just wandering around—how could Mao Dong even say that?"

Despite this, the group did not relax. Instead, they moved slowly in a fixed formation, so that if they encountered any unforeseen danger, they could immediately form a defensive array and repel it together.

Yun Mingzhan had arrived, followed by Gu Shaolin. The arrival of Hua Fozi, Gu Heilong, Yun Mingzhan, and Gu Shaolin led some to wonder: would they be friends or foes to Yan Shisan?

Jin Tian walked out of the Lenin Mausoleum upon hearing the news, only to see the Soviet red flag atop the Kremlin slowly descending, while a Third Reich flag was hoisted, fluttering in the wind to symbolize the birth of a new empire here.

Compared to the cultivators currently dueling, the ones here were more worthy of attention. After all, with the rules for the next round of competition still unknown, every cultivator here could potentially become one's next opponent.

These individuals were not particularly strong, with the most powerful among them only at the Soul Return Realm. They stopped far away, clearly just there to watch the spectacle.

Setting aside the fact that those demonic beasts were inherently stronger than humans, their cunning alone was enough to give her a headache.

Huang Zhinian glanced at the two young men. He recognized them both: one was Hou Xuyan, the eldest son of Hou Tongzeng, and the other was the second son, Hou Xuanjie. He had watched both of them grow up as the sons of his friend.

Although Mei Xuelian hadn't communicated with him verbally at the beginning, her constant presence created a long-term sense of companionship, which Pan Yuhong felt most deeply.

"Princess Qinghong, Princess Yumo is here." Just as Qinghong lay on her bed, silently grumbling to herself, the maid’s crisp, melodic voice drifted into the room from outside.

Such circumstances only added a cold, sharp edge to Ximen Piaoxue’s exquisite features, and her water-red long robe was stained with blood.

Inside the underground palace, one person was severely wounded, White Mozi, and the other, Tangtang, was defenseless. If they were discovered, death would be inevitable.