Chapter 49: Burning Incense Beneath the Scholar Tree, Ten Sisters Swear Never to Bow Their Heads

The heavy, solid sensation was that of an ancient-style three-legged ceramic brazier. Beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, Shen Guilan had carefully set the brazier in place. The mist swirled, blurring her serene brows and eyes, yet it could not conceal the spark igniting within her gaze.

Xiu Wei followed silently behind her, her youthful face solemn as she gently placed a bundle of dried pine branches into the brazier. Shen Guilan struck a flint, and the orange-red flames licked eagerly...

“Don’t go—” Mo Qiantao pleaded, her voice hoarse from emotion and tears yet to cease.

Now that the legendary heroes had been resurrected and the mythical creatures successfully forged, resources across the lands were more than sufficient for thirty billion humans to be revived ten times over.

With a faint hiss, the undead king’s flesh displayed astonishing defense; the sword aura of the invincible Six Meridian Divine Sword left no trace upon her palm when it made contact.

The sky darkened relentlessly. Rain had been falling for some time, showing no sign of abating. Within the increasingly thick clouds, faint streaks of lightning flickered. Bai Wei looked up anxiously, sensing an ominous portent.

The giants exhaled deeply, a long breath of relief, before their faces hardened with grief and fury as they went to collect the bodies of their fallen kin.

Upon hearing this, Xia Feng flicked aside his bangs and muttered inwardly, “Hmph! I’m obviously the handsomest. Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder; everyone has their preference.”

The war had ended. Beside the Fountain of Immortality, the woods were strewn with broken ruins, heaps of corpses, and rivers of blood. Even the Fountain itself was stained crimson.

Not wanting to disappoint the attention of the greats, Bai Qi mustered courage and shared his suspicion that the Fallen Phoenix Kingdom harbored dark matter, explaining his reasoning carefully.

Ning Du initially thought Gu Jianan intended to use it for herself; she had no idea Gu Jianan could transform into the appearances of Zhaolu and Xi Tang.

When she was still at the Hua Ming realm, that single sword stroke was terrifying. The sword cultivators of the Yuan Ming realm within the Heavenly Sword Sect were truly formidable; Qing Yue and the Martial God Yun both knew this well. During the annihilation of various sects, the heaviest wounds were inflicted by the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“I’m not scared, really—I’m just a bit uneasy, given my current situation,” Gu Anxing said simply, unwilling to delve into details about her relationship with Yi Xuzhi when speaking to Su Yuche.

In the desert, Zhao Tiezhu replicated the method and plucked down the sun itself. The entire space trembled, then began to collapse, and the life-and-death illusion vanished entirely.

“All right, all right, you should rest early. Should I wake you up tomorrow? Or shall I pick you up for work?” Tu Jianfeng asked with a smile.

A piercing, harrowing scream echoed above the restaurant. Tears and mucus gushed forth like a suddenly opened faucet. Cheng Benjian was so pained that his consciousness blurred; clutching his broken finger, he dared not move it, only letting out meaningless, hoarse wails.

At first, she thought it was the blood-sucking poison from Ye Youyao acting up again, trying to drain her blood.

Those imperial physicians who had long considered the empress’s poison especially tricky couldn’t help but gaze at Su Jinxi with admiration.

Leaving the company, Zhao Tiezhu drove to the Public Security Bureau. This was where Minister Yu worked and also the central weapons depot of western Hunan, controlling nearly all legal firearms in the region.

After all, Dong Chen was no expert in poison. A professional poison master wouldn’t bully an amateur too much.

After all, strength in numbers was a truth even animals understood; they dared not charge head-on against the great army. I silently wondered if the massive commotion caused by the native forces had also alerted the dark creatures.

Hearing this, my heart sank. I remembered clearly that Wang Ningmei had once told me something similar—that in July, someone would come to take them away. Wang Ningmei hoped we would all survive until then. Now Chu Xiaosheng said the same. There could be no such coincidence; the ship coming to rescue us must be the very same one.