Chapter 160: The Envoy Sent by the Sun!

Early the next morning.

When Shen He emerged from the tent with Big Yellow, the miasma outside had almost completely dissipated.

At the center of the camp.

Zhang Long was organizing the others to prepare a simple breakfast, planning to continue deep into the mountains afterward.

This time, their goal was to venture deep into the Ailao Mountains to locate a place recorded in ancient texts, checking whether the medicinal herbs they needed grew there.

Once they found and harvested the herbs to bring back...

For a long time afterward, I adapted to a peaceful life, feeling how relaxed my body was during this period and how carefree existence could be.

I opened the car door and stepped out. Kamba came forward to greet me, placing several large crates onto a nearby jeep.

Having been originally transformed from the Nine Heavens Demonic Jade, she was destined to be used by others from the moment of her birth, knowing nothing of true freedom.

"Sister Sixteen, get in the car!" I rolled down the window and called out to her. She looked at me with a rather surprised expression.

While the others were searching, Chen Yang was doing the same, though he relied on the Heavenly Eye divine ability. Naturally, compared to spiritual awareness, the Heavenly Eye was much more effective for searching. People could hide their auras, but they could never conceal their inherent benevolence or malice.

Chen Yang nodded quickly, and the person in charge left. Seizing this opportunity, Chen Yang continued his research inside the artifact-reforging chamber of the Divine Son Fuyi.

Once upon a time, they were the undisputed kings of the Chinese territory and the heroic figures of the legendary society, Dragon's Dream.

The lamplight outlined Qing Mohan's profile with extreme softness, and the faint smile at the corner of her lips was infinitely captivating.

Giving Han Fei no chance to speak at all, Huang Kui tilted his head back and poured the fiery liquor down his throat as if it were plain cold water.

"You have to stick your nose into everything! You're far too curious!" Li Tian gently flicked Li Hua'er on the forehead. Although his expression looked fierce, the actual force behind his hand was minimized by the time it touched her brow, so she felt no pain at all.

The second reason was to dispel Li Xu's concerns regarding artifact forging. The demon race and the disciples of Brahma had been mortal enemies for tens of millions of years; they would never betray their ancestors, especially when those ancestors resided right on Dragon Gathering Island! A single breath from them could annihilate any traitor.

"Indeed. We were staying here peacefully, but the moment she heard me call the boss Li Ming, she drew a sword and stabbed it straight into the boss's chest. If I hadn't been quick-witted back then, our boss would already be dead. Look, you can still see the scar on the boss's chest right now," the Hidden Emperor said loudly.

Looking at the middle-aged man before him, Mu Tianchen furrowed his brows slightly. His gaze swept imperceptibly across his surroundings, only to discover nearly a dozen figures slowly closing in. The auras of these individuals were by no means weak, and their steps were steady, marking them clearly as seasoned experts.

"Once the deities of the Gourd World shatter their defenses, we shall slay the Dao Ancestor," Li Ming declared with soaring ambition.

The Great Dao consisted only of a few fundamental aspects: Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, time, space, lotus, the path of the sword, and so on.

Li Zhiting turned deathly pale with fright, only then realizing that something was wrong with the stone platform he had overseen the construction of, and hastily fell to his knees kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Every disciple who entered the Shadowless Dojo had undergone "reincarnation and recultivation" through various methods. Especially those who had followed Li Xu out of the Underworld; they had originally perished completely. It was only because a wisp of their primordial spirit remained indestructible and eventually caught the eye of Meng Po that they had reached where they were today.

"However, without sufficient strength, how could we possibly establish a foothold in the netherworld?" Piaowuting frowned in rebuttal.

With a single grab from the ink-black hand of the Demon God, a blood-man was instantly crushed to explosions. Through continuous execution, the air was filled with splashing gore, and the blood-men summoned by Empusa were obliterated in an instant.

Ye Fan did not hail from a Martial Saint family or a prestigious aristocratic clan, yet he had risen to become a rare and legendary Martial King. Naturally, his popularity among the common martial cultivators of the Zixuan Dynasty was exceptionally high, and he commanded a vast following of supporters.