Chapter 120: First Glimpse

"The Jade Emperor? You mean the Jade Emperor of the Golden Gate, the High God of the Mysterious Vault? Heh... what a small temple to house such ferocious demons, and such shallow waters to breed so many turtles."

Buddhism speaks of the Buddhas of the past, present, and future. In the current true Heavenly Court, the Five Emperors hold sway, though it is unclear whether this Jade Emperor is a sovereign of the past or the future.

This Jade Emperor has clearly suffered a major setback. Emperor Taihao calculated a precise moment in time, manipulating the flow of history to alter what was once set in stone.

Mo Feng shot forth like a meteor, crashing into a tree before descending right beside the corpse of the man in green robes.

Needless to say, the Qiongjun Court of old held its own stories, but Chu Zhiqiu had no time to listen. "Bai Tong! The White Elephant King is yours to deal with; I have urgent matters to attend to." With that, Chu Zhiqiu flew back toward the Four Guardian Cities.

Rumors claimed that this Qin Tianci was terrifyingly powerful. It was only when facing him head-on that one realized it was not just terror, but a primal, soul-deep fear.

"Spells! You must train your body to gain true experience." A magical artifact could easily kill a savage elephant, but what would that teach? Only by facing danger directly can one grow. Wanyue did not possess Chu Zhiqiu’s Wuji Body.

The journey was silent. By noon the next day, we arrived at the East China Military Region, our entire convoy driving straight into the compound.

They simply dropped their weapons, clutched their heads, and curled into balls... their intent was clear: they were ready to be slaughtered.

Seeing his student working here instead of attending school left Ye Fan with a bitter taste in his mouth.

It was an off-road vehicle. Chu Zhiqiu climbed in and dismantled the compass from the dashboard. There was no hope of finding food; the car had clearly been abandoned for a long time. Chu Zhiqiu scanned the surroundings but found no traces of Litian or Jiuzhen.

Following this land tax reform, the tax on a thousand mu of paddy fields would amount to only eight hundred shi of grain, which, converted to copper coins, was merely a few dozen guan. This amount was negligible, essentially wiping out what little harvest remained. The Xu family had long since stopped relying on that yield, so they let it go.

Going all out, Mi Ouping channeled three bursts of icy energy through his cold jade flute, striking toward Zhang Jingxuan in a triangular formation. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent the flute itself flying in an arc to strike from the front, intercepting Zhang Jingxuan’s path.

Wang Zhenjun and Yang Xiaodong reported that they had been unable to track Fang Dongxun’s movements precisely. He had likely left Yanjing without using public transportation. If they were traveling by private car, surveillance would be extremely difficult.

The real issue was that the partners, Kobe and Pierce, never inquired about the club’s affairs, leaving everything to Zhang Feng, who, ironically, didn't manage it either.

Teleportation activated. Lan Feng located his clone, and the white-haired, heterochromatic-eyed clone stepped out from the portal.

With his current understanding of the laws of space and time, a single mark was enough to force a crossing between worlds; there was no need for any formal passage.

The official in purple robes looked at the General surnamed Luo on the ground, then at Cheng Yaojin, and asked in disbelief.

Mu Lin took two puffs of her cigarette and flicked the ash into the tray. She was not watching the release conference for the New Century online game.

Seeing Li Tai’s determination, it seemed he would not turn back until he hit a brick wall. Li Zexuan decided to grant his wish and let him hit it until his head bled.

Recalling his hesitation from moments ago, Xu Qinglang felt cold sweat soak his back, his entire body trembling.

The Great Accomplishment Saint Body, dead for countless years, possessed a physical form of unimaginable durability. Countless sparks flew, yet that massive hand continued to reach upward, unstoppable.

This statement caused Ye Mengqingcheng to clench his fists in secret. It was a matter he had always avoided; if Lan Xue could not prove herself with actual achievements in the game, he would be unable to shoulder the pressure from her family alone.