Chapter 85: The End of the Calamity

"Is Fuxi still in existence?"

The Fuxi Emperor stood like a small sun, infinite light and heat radiating from him as he leaned on his sword and asked Chen Yang his final question.

"I am Chen Yang of the human race, also known as Yuan Yang of Fuxi. The Fuxi divine clan no longer exists, but the spirit of Fuxi will endure forever. The rituals of the four seasons and the incense offerings will never cease."

Chen Yang bowed deeply.

The Fuxi Emperor nodded in approval and said, "Good." Then, turning away, he unleashed his final sword strike, pouring all his essence, energy, and spirit into it.

It is often said that the company you keep determines your level and the heights you can reach in life. By associating with outstanding individuals, one becomes excellent in turn. Li Mi, for instance, often interacted with important figures; though he had not yet succeeded himself, he would never be intimidated by another's power.

Though he knew Chu Yun could not win, he could not suppress his curiosity. Having witnessed Chu Yun's remarkable skill in forging weapons, he was now especially eager to see how formidable Chu Yun was in martial arts.

Moreover, the words of Lu Sanchun and Old Man Lu just now about restoring the Lu family's reputation further confirmed Li Mi's suspicions.

Xin Manqing felt both body and spirit on the verge of collapse. How could this scoundrel still have so much stamina?

The moment the ice spears struck the ground, the Xuanbing clan members transformed back into human form, stepping out from the ice spears. Frost swirled around their hands, and a thunderous rumble echoed as a massive wall of ice manifested before them.

At first, Zhang Wei was full of disdain, but as she listened, she became ever more enthralled, tears streaming down her face like a string of broken pearls, leaving her eyes and nose red from crying.

Shortly after Ye Tian entered his cultivation state, the cultivators in the other stone chambers of the Xuanling Pagoda all sensed that the surrounding spiritual energy was not as dense as before.

According to ancient metaphysics, the Azure Dragon presides over the east, the White Tiger over the west, the Vermilion Bird over the south, and the Black Tortoise over the north. Yet Eastern Wu relied heavily on water and boasted the mightiest navy, so their guardian deity was the Black Tortoise. This spirit wall once more confirmed it—could this truly be the tomb of Lu Xun?

At dawn, Liu Qiaoxian dressed immaculately and neatly, tidied up, and prepared to leave the house.

Hua Hanyue saw Li Ling's resolve wavering and burst into wild laughter. "Ha! I knew bringing these people would be useful!" Then, on her orders, the captors removed the black cloths from the hostages' heads, revealing their true faces.

Jacques admitted Victor had a point and had previously considered using datura or other poisons, but the quantity was woefully insufficient. Thus, he agreed to cooperate with Victor and instructed the gendarme corporal to send someone to gather more croton fruits the following morning.

If Duan Qirui had worn this sword from the Sino-Japanese War of 1894–95 through to the Zhili-Anhui War, the accumulated battle aura and official prestige would be unimaginably terrifying. If one could unleash that battle aura, destroying a medium-sized city would be effortless.

He had already entered the real estate business, his ventures extending to Hong Kong, with products sold overseas as well.

Finally, just as Bao Bei lit a cigarette, a little past three in the afternoon, the target appeared.

The true battlefield was not here. Even if the Heaven and Earth Society’s players launched an assault on a divine territory, it meant little. The real contest lay with the elite members of the guild—those under unified command, whose combined force could truly turn the tide.

Even Apple once used scarcity marketing for its phones. So the Youyun Spirit Spring, which could be exchanged for an iPhone with just five bottles, did the same—creating an illusion of extreme scarcity, though in truth, producing ten thousand bottles per day was still considered low output for mineral water.

Facing Aliceviel’s question, Kariya Matou did not answer directly. Instead, he surveyed the room, committing the faces of these so-called magi to memory one by one.

At the break of day, the Emperor led the legion commanders and their aides in an inspection of the blood-soaked battlefield that stretched for several kilometers.