Chapter 162: Second-Tier Underground Cave-The System Arrived Two Years Early, and I Became a God!(Writing a book is truly difficult.)

Looking at Chen Jianguo's anxious face, Shen He simply patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Don't worry," he said. "Leave everything to me."

With that, he headed straight toward the distant swamp, vanishing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Chen Jianguo said to Zhang Long and Lu Xuanzhen, "You really cannot go there."

Zhang Long remained silent for a moment before saying, "The captain didn't say we were going either. He just told us to wait at that fork in the road."

Just like the three Seventhfold Great Dao practitioners on the altar at this moment, they had only reached around the eight hundred and thirty-fourth step.

Tang Ming returned to the Cloud Desolation Mountains shrouded in boundless murderous intent, avenging his fellow Daoists from Earth and exterminating all the Xuanyuan clansmen present, shaking the entire world.

At that moment, as the torrent swept past and shook the heavens and earth, the void shattered, and earth-shattering sounds resounded. A trace of shock surfaced once more in the eyes of the gods, and as millions of rays of time seemed to flash by in an instant, everyone's eyes were filled with awe.

This time, Zhou Tieming held nothing back either, his entire body radiating a blazing golden glow while emitting a terrifying aura.

Ye Qiu slowly turned around, revealing his current appearance. Half of his face was covered in mysterious patterns, resembling both an ancient heritage and a curse, and a lustrous sheen seemed to flow within those enigmatic lines.

Chen Nian pointed at the rolling mountain range beneath his feet, a trace of faint pride in his tone.

Yet, the moment the eight battle platforms emerged, eight figures instantly moved and leapt onto them. Standing proudly with an indescribable arrogance as they looked down, the crowd shivered slightly, drawing in a sharp breath of cold air accompanied by sighs.

When the roaring sounds echoed once more, Zihan was locked in battle with the Withered Deer Saint King, while Zijue single-handedly held off the old woman and Fang Zhen. For a moment, the emotions in everyone's eyes were filled with profound shock.

The Nine Provinces had pushed Tang Yu—a person who should have been their savior—alive into the camp of their enemies.

Witnessing all this, a curve formed at the corner of Zihan's lips as she looked ahead and took a step forward.

Yet her sister, having committed no murder, had been dragged into a prison cell where she had remained for so long that she hadn't even been able to catch a glimpse of her.

"Audacious and reckless Daoist! I advised you with kind words, yet you claim I do not understand the Heavenly Dao. You are truly asking for a beating. Don't run, take my axe!" With that, Zhu Deguang brandished his axe and swung it toward Lord Laozi. But Lord Laozi was one of the primordial deities of heaven and earth—how could he possibly fear him? The two began to fiercely battle upon the immortal mountain.

She had already decided on the topic for tonight: chatting with her netizens about her disastrous culinary experiences.

That hateful building contractor wouldn't fare any better either; he would surely have to pay with his life for Sun He. As for Sun He, having been guided to reincarnation by Daoist Brother Qu and Daoist Brother Zhou, this matter could be considered her settling the score with him.

"I am no match for you, and since death is certain either way, come ahead and finish it," Zhang Tingyue said as he looked at A Jiu and the others, then at the unfazed void, and finally at the mongrel dog. After sitting in a daze for a moment, he suddenly dropped heavily to the ground.

Oddly enough, despite the gale-force winds, we were still able to keep our eyes open. Looking toward the source of the howling wind, we were suddenly panicked by the sight of a creature unlike any ever seen in the mortal world flying toward us not far away. "What is that?" I blurted out while pointing at the creature.

Yet he never uttered a single word of complaint, as long as his younger sister could be well. He simply could not bear any more loss; the departure of their mother had already inflicted an agonizing pain deep in his bones, so no matter how flawed his sister might be, he would cherish her like a precious treasure.

Accompanied by flowers and music, Ye Silao supported her father as they slowly walked in. Wearing a pure white wedding gown, she looked exceptionally stunning and enchanting, her lips curved into a faint, gentle smile.

These few sentences echoed repeatedly in his mind, and the more he pondered them, the more infinitely profound they felt, with every single word carrying a far-reaching artistic conception. Feng Muchen understood in his heart that the profound mystery of Tai Chi lay in intuitive comprehension, existing without form or rigid techniques.

Seeing that Liu Musheng remained in this state, Ye Silao had no desire to continue offering explanations.

Loving challenges, pursuing excitement, and yearning for an extraordinary life were the fundamental reasons he chose magic, as well as the driving force sustaining his aspirations.

During the few minutes of Chen Guanglin's wandering thoughts, the stage lights flickered on and off, transforming the shadow on the white cloth from a general who had spent his life on horseback into a simple, unpretentious old farmer.

Glaring at Bai Sha, whose eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage, Xuanpeng Po Xie could not help letting out a cold snort, seemingly convinced that Bai Sha had willingly walked right into his meticulously prepared trap.

The Emperor glanced over, noting this detail, and immediately deduced that Zhuge Zhangguo had been blasted inside by Long Yun.

Mo Qi was deeply moved as well. This was truly a veteran artist possessed of both moral integrity and artistic excellence—a master with genuine skills and noble character, and a respected senior worthy of his admiration.

Everyone was loading their luggage onto the vehicle, with his parents offering last-minute instructions, while Zhong Feixuan was likewise admonishing Zhong Jinyun.

Cai Feifei, however, casually cracked a joke without a care in the world: "Yuran, don't tell me you're missing your boyfriend? Hahaha..." With that, she burst into loud laughter, looking extremely pleased with herself.

"Impossible. Even if they return, they won't be able to sway Tianya's resolve. She is completely blinded by demonic obsession right now; apart from Hu Qingtian, anyone and anything is completely beneath her notice. To put it bluntly, the current Tianya is far more dangerous than Hu Qingtian," Chu Chu stated definitively.

Immediately upon hearing the Yin Rat Monster speak thus, the Dragon Slayer let out a faint smile and replied.

Instantly sensing the vehicle's body become visibly unstable, Feng Ye had no choice but to immediately shout a supplementary remark.

Shi Ling'er opened her lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately pressed them together in silence, while Tang Mo's voice continued to echo by her ear.

For some reason, fragments of a hazy, elusive memory kept surfacing in Nangong Lin's mind lately, yet she had no idea what those memories actually pertained to.

At this moment, a brilliant beam of light flashed across Lin Ye's body, equipping him with these two pieces of gear.