Chapter 161: There Are Always Those Carrying the Heavy Burden (8,000 Words)

Shen He glanced at the map, and the section of the road pointed out by Chen Jianguo lay right along their planned route.

It was about three miles away from their current location. According to the map, it appeared to be nothing more than an open stretch of land, yet no one had ever set foot there.

All the information on the map had been gathered through drone surveying, which inevitably led to certain discrepancies.

Only those who had been there in person would know that it was actually a vast expanse of swamp.

Chen Jianguo said, "Among our forebears, there was once someone who sank into that marsh..."

Although she recalled that it truly seemed to be her own fault, deep down, Alexia still felt a lingering sense of resentment.

"I couldn't recognize them. There was nothing left of them but bones, ashen-white bones." Shaking her head, Susan spoke to Aragorn.

Though he was unaware of the inner workings behind it, he understood that this appointment was a promotion—a tremendous promotion.

The pig demon transformed into Zhang Jingxin, and with a feigned expression of exasperation, strode out of the cell. After wandering through the dim streets for a few turns, it finally found a secluded spot and shifted back to its original form.

Lin Yu offered a slight bow, a gentle smile gracing his face, while his hand happened to catch hold of an arm with uncanny precision.

The brand-new Twenty-Fourth Movement—the sheer power of this blade alone was already infinitely close to a Saint's weapon. Combined with the soul of the Twenty-Fourth Movement, it was undeniably the strongest weapon of the present age.

By this time, several ancestral powerhouses could clearly see that, under the relentless, successive pounding of Muluo's fists, Chu Xiong's head had been beaten completely into the shape of a mashed watermelon, blood and brains still oozing forth even now.

Nangong Ping now understood that, in truth, all cultivators across the cosmos were engaged in the creation of new life. For instance, when a mortal became a spiritual cultivator, they were already fundamentally different from their former mortal selves; as cultivators ascended to become immortals, deities, and cosmic gods, it was all an evolution of life—an act of creation, the birth of new entities.

Lord Zivei and the others were even shrewder. These cultivation techniques were not simply sold to them at random; instead, a grand auction was held. Naturally, the auction not only featured advanced manuals capable of guiding one to the realm of the Complete Deity and full cultivation, but also numerous lower-tier manuals that could lead one to become a median or superior deity, along with an even greater abundance of crafting materials.

Half an hour later, the red sand-worm could finally no longer contain its impatience. With a violent twist of its body, it left a phantom image lingering in its original place.

At a time like this, despite the government's continuous warnings, anyone who still dared to keep pets—and failed to even cage them—was truly daring indeed.

Long before Shen Mingyi carried out those actions, her end had already been sealed. For someone utterly unqualified to be a human being, a wife, or a mother, Xia Zhongchun felt not a shred of sympathy.

Deep within the tropical rainforest of South America lay the Cataiyuan tribe, an isolated community that guarded an ancient ruin across generations without engaging in deep contact with the outside world. Legend had it that this ruin sealed away a powerful and malevolent monster.

"It gives me the urge to lock Tang Qianyu away!" Yan Mengfeng spoke the truth. As soon as the words left his mouth, however, he found himself filled with helpless vexation.

What kind of fierce beasts rat demons were, Liu Shulin knew all too well. They were subterranean creatures specifically adapted to living in underground burrows, and the rat demons within the trial grounds had learned to tunnel freely through the earth at great speed simply to evade human attacks.

"Save your breath, Commander Ralph! I've come here simply to ask who used a missile to shoot down that passenger plane," the newcomer asked indifferently.

"Just leave it here; I'll look at it when I have time!" Gu Bing instructed dismissively before burying his head back into his paperwork, leaving Li Manqing hanging.

The company seemed to have returned to the right track once more. An Zhiming could no longer threaten them, at least not for the time being.

Li Taipu smiled and walked outside. In truth, he was planning to give the Bull Demon Spirit-Transformation Pill to Anderson. The miraculous pill could only be used by the bovine clan, but since Anderson carried the bloodline of the Bull Demon—making him half-man, half-bull—he was considered part of the bovine lineage and was therefore eligible to use it.

Although the romantic atmosphere just now had been quite suitable for sweeping her off her feet, compared to Yun Xin's physical well-being, this matter was not something to be rushed. What required much greater urgency was figuring out how to improve Yun Xin's health.