Chapter 145: Forging the Azure Emperor Longevity Physique and Establishing the Supreme Dao Foundation

That thunderous roar, which had once resounded at the dawn of creation, suddenly echoed across the heavens and the earth once again.
At this moment, the sudden peal of thunder startled all things into revitalization.
Among the floating clouds, serpentine bolts of lightning slithered endlessly, as if brewing something momentous!
Between heaven and earth, a new surge of vitality emerged. Countless plants and trees began to flourish with vigor, while dormant creatures like snakes and insects hidden beneath the earth seemed to have gained sentience, a flicker of spiritual awareness dawning in their eyes.

Meanwhile, at Red Pine, Liu Hao's face was also filled with a grave expression. This was no ordinary situation; it was a genuine realm of death.

With a dull thud, Xu Guoping’s bulky frame crashed face-down onto the ground under the gaze of everyone present.

The garment was tailored from light cyan Shu brocade, elegant in color and exceptionally fine in craftsmanship. Although devoid of overly complex patterns, it was already far superior to the clothes Su Li was currently wearing.

Li Jing'er did not reply. Instead, unceremoniously reaching out for her chopsticks, she began to satisfy her appetite while enjoying the view.

With her ten fingers intertwined, ripples of primordial energy danced across her fingertips. Then, her hands rapidly pulled apart, instantly stretching the primordial energy outward.

Su Li offered a soft, gentle bow, her face entirely serene. One could not possibly tell that she bore such severe injuries on her back at this moment.

She was no longer surprised by this spectacle, ever since the last time she witnessed that breathtaking sword strike unleashed by Ye Juechen.

Even though within the past five years, more mechas had been introduced to the market, and one could even say there were more and better mechas available.

Right on cue, a waiter pushed a cart bearing a cake toward them, lighting the numerical candle shaped like the number 26 upon the cake.

Amidst the vast expanse of pristine white snow, two sets of carriage tracks stood out with striking clarity. The two occupants inside the carriage sat in silence. Because of the snowy night, the carriage moved exceptionally slowly, making the road ahead appear all the longer.

"Commander, long time no see." Appearing on the holographic projection was an elderly military officer with graying hair—General Raymond, known as the cosmic black hole.

Wang Kui gestured to Wei Yang, who understood tacitly and quietly retreated. After moving about three li away from the enemy camp, Wei Yang reached out, pulled out an item, and ignited it. A brilliant, colorful flare shot up into the midair. It turned out to be a newly developed firework crafted by the Han army.

"Don't be disgusting! I can walk by myself." Liu Ya crossed his arms and walked toward the distant base. Stefan hurriedly pursued him.

Bearded Wu made an "okay" gesture to Zhao San, then returned to his own vehicle.

For the sake of survival, people are endlessly weaving their own webs. Some weave a decent web, while others weave a poor one. If the web fails to catch any insects, one will go hungry, and life becomes a struggle. Yet, what kind of web one has truly woven can only be known after walking the path; before taking that journey, no one can tell whether it is right or wrong.

Xu Huang led his troops charging straight toward the southern gate. Upon arriving near the gate and seeing a squad of soldiers fleeing the city without understanding the reason—assuming the defending garrison intended to abandon the city and run—he spurred his warhorse and led his troops in a fierce charge.

Han Zeng’s departure from Chang'an City naturally could not be concealed from the others, especially since he left with such a high profile. Some assumed he could no longer endure the dullness of Chang'an and yearned for the winds of the frontier and the sands of the desert, which was why he rushed back overnight. However, Shangguan Youmeng clearly knew the reason for his departure and for whom he was leaving.

It was currently midday, the sun hung high and the wind had died down. The unconscious young man on the carriage seemed to stir slightly. The old man glanced back once, then paid him no further mind. After a short while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, his lips parting slightly as if he found it immensely strenuous to do so.

Except for Zhu Laifu, all the cultivators in the audience sensed Protector Yuan's piercing, razor-sharp murderous aura. Struck by the ethereal beauty of her appearance yet not daring to meet her gaze, let alone harbor any thoughts of desecration, they all sat upright with utmost solemnity, putting on airs of profound virtue.

"Is the work in your bureau really that difficult to manage nowadays? Are you planning to pick up a side hustle? I'm sorry, but my place certainly doesn't provide venues for that sort of thing," Xie Xiao sneered coldly.