Chapter 124: Buried Together [Bonus Chapter]

Once he believed it, the resentment that had accumulated only grew deeper.

Because that child—the child they had lost—had been his and Si Yao’s.

It would have been better if he had never believed it, if he had simply assumed the child belonged to someone else. Then he would never have been involved with Xing Ani, the murderer who had killed their child, and Si Yao would not have had to watch him mistreat her for seven years over such a laughable reason.

Xing Jue said nothing...

But it was only a legend. Since ancient times, no one had ever returned alive from the grave. More than anything, it seemed like a form of self-consolation for the living.

The battle in the sky raged fiercely. Yan Feng, Yan Qi, and the others were fighting Bai Yi for possession of the Taiji Diagram, but Bai Yi would never relinquish it easily. Meanwhile, the Longyuan Sword had been seized by an unknown Spirit King. That act provoked the powerful figures lurking in the shadows, and one after another, they emerged.

She had been observing Li Huaifeng for more than a day or two. At that moment, she admired him greatly. Perhaps this was the best way to handle things.

In the capital, inside a quiet courtyard near Dongzhimen, more than a dozen parrots of various colors chattered incessantly, perched all over the century-old willow tree by the entrance.

“It’s all right. I’ve studied this Star Qi Diagram for many years. I could draw it even with my eyes closed.” She turned off the light, walked over, bent down, and began examining the secondary diagram in the basin.

“Me? Patriarch, surely you think far too highly of me?” Xiao Tian was rendered both amused and helpless by the question.

Tian Xiangyang raised a hand to block them, but all the elders of the Yu family charged forward as well. Furious, Tian Shengjie and the others joined the fray, and the two sides became embroiled in a chaotic melee. Yu Guofei took advantage of the moment to move ever closer to the Soul-Attracting Mirror. A streak of radiance flashed within the mirror, and a figure was about to burst out.

He was an old political officer, with views different from Li Mu’s and a certain bureaucratic air about him. But his fundamental identity had not changed—he was still a Chinese soldier. From that standpoint, how could he not want to curse those American bastards who so often invaded Lingkong a thousand times over?

Ning Fan shook his head and told Uncle Fu, in full and without embellishment, how Yan Kun had previously split the Black Feather Sect apart. He merely stated the facts.

His mild tone nevertheless carried a wildly arrogant confidence. His eyes were filled with disdain, contemptuous and dismissive. Clearly, he did not regard any of them as worthy of notice.

Ning Fuchen did not dare move recklessly, fearing that he might trigger the formation. He simply sat down cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy while breaking through to the next realm and pondering a way to destroy the formation.

In the blink of an eye, eight or nine years had passed on the thirteenth level of this Graveyard of the Gods. Less than a year remained before the ten-year deadline.

“What business do you have that requires you to see several of our elders so urgently?” a Transmission Elder asked Zhou Hao and Zhou Qinghong.

“Cousin, what exactly is going on? Why did Grandfather’s senior female disciple try to kill me the moment she saw me?” Wang Yuyan was still deeply puzzled. The murderous intent in the Tianshan Child Elder’s eyes had been unmistakable, and she could not understand it at all.

Qi Zhongping was extremely astonished. Had the Lord of Chang’an decided to send out troops? He had thought the campaign would be delayed until June, and that a hasty deployment now would make defeat even more likely. Overjoyed, he was just about to find someone to ask what was happening when his eyes suddenly widened.

The White Fang within Ning Fuchen’s body showed no reaction at all. No matter how he tried to summon it or communicate with it, there was not the slightest response. Meanwhile, the pressure confronting Ning Fuchen continued to grow, and it was clear that he would soon be unable to withstand it.

Forget a wellness center—even if it were a restaurant or hotel, as long as Elder Ge gave the word, none of the relevant authorities would dare make things difficult for them.

If they had been merely ordinary Chosen Ones, it would not have mattered. But among these Chosen Ones were beings of unparalleled power, and the two Chosen Ones who were heaven-defying, ultimate-level deities had still not been found by Michen.