144 Exiled

After dinner, the endless crackle of firecrackers and fireworks continued to fill the air. Looking up at the sky, a dazzling array of grand fireworks unfolded before their eyes—far more spectacular than any large-scale fireworks exhibition.

"Flower" Nine’s assigned chamber was Room Three, while Autumn Harvest was in Room Eight. Before parting ways, "Flower" Nine gave Autumn Harvest an encouraging glance.

The Earth-tier arena and the Human-tier arena were located in different areas. When Watson arrived at the Earth-tier arena, he found it much more crowded, with battles raging simultaneously on all five platforms, each combatant closely matched in strength.

Well, who could blame them? After all, they were the future Holy Kings. Patience was required for now; if you fail to become a saint in the future, then you can settle the score later.

Without hesitation, Su Xuan instantly teleported beside Jiang Tiannan, grasping his wrists and hurling him a great distance away.

He sensed that during the fight against the evolving zombies, he had entered a realm both profound and mysterious. He wanted to deeply contemplate the significance of this state.

Upon hearing these words, "Flower" Zhi was filled with rage, biting her own lips until they bled, her face contorted with the ferocity of a demon.

Feeling the presence of the handgun in her grasp, Meng Yue’s heart skipped a beat, though her mood remained tense.

The old prime minister sighed heavily. Watching the royal uncle in the arena, the crowd was filled with pity and sorrow. Death was inevitable; this was his final brilliant display. Such a figure, even in death, wished to depart with dignity and grandeur. Their gaze turned toward the spatial portal opening ahead.

The cloaked Bone Clan warrior slowly straightened his body. Facing four prey attempting to flee, he let out a faint chuckle and slowly lifted the hood from his head, revealing his entire face to the onlookers.

After traveling for two hours and slaying three silver wolves, Li Si finally heard the sounds of combat not far away. This was thanks to Li Si’s keen hearing, allowing him to clearly catch distant noises.

“Aren’t you supposed to be busy with your own plans right now? How do you have time to come here?” Qing Li said bluntly.

Without hesitation, Qin Tianci followed swiftly, his footsteps echoing "thud thud thud" as he ascended the stairs. Yet upon reaching the second floor, there was no sign of light at all; the surroundings were pitch black.

Lu Yu was slightly startled by Xing Meng’s words. Reflecting on everything since he met Xing Meng, it was true—no matter how dire the danger, Xing Meng never showed fear.

Qing Che thought to himself as he approached the massive dragon’s corpse. From somewhere, he produced a glass jar, walking slowly and deliberately, entirely at ease.

Indeed, Chang’an City was vast beyond imagination. Qin Tianci’s eyes widened as he took in the grandeur described by his mother—the imperial capital of Chang’an, enormous, beautiful, and magnificent.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the severed hand fusing with her arm, blood flowing backwards as if a film were rewinding.

“Going out to eat? That’s unlikely at this hour.” Around three or four in the afternoon, after lunch but before dinner, no restaurant would be open.

The insectoid soldiers were roughly divided into three categories. The lowest were worker insects—vast in number but extremely unintelligent. Above them were the bowing soldiers, the backbone of the insectoid forces. The highest were called insect spirits—soldiers with extraordinary intelligence.

On the main street, firecrackers had been going off nonstop since around noon. Legend had it that in ancient times, a fierce beast named Xi, with one horn and four legs, would come to the homes of common folk during the heavy snows at year’s end to seek food.

“I’m just her half-sister by the same father. She always makes sure to remind everyone of that,” Aunt Kay said, glancing up at Mulden’s mother. Seeing the other’s dignified expression, she couldn’t resist a sharp jab.

The other party hadn’t expected Nie Qing to be so ruthless upon meeting, leaving them embarrassed and somewhat at a loss.

Arriving at the venue, even before entering, the atmosphere of the song battle was palpable. The parking lot was nearly full, and the noise of the crowd was immediately striking.

Suddenly remembering something, Li Xiulu smacked his forehead, frustrated. The lineup of other shows to be performed before returning had yet to be finalized. The music programs on the three major TV stations were secure, but variety shows still needed to be arranged. These required early communication with the production teams to schedule.

Ye Chu reflected on himself with a wry smile. He had been trapped in the Golden Immortal realm not because he couldn’t break through, but because he hadn’t yet clarified the path ahead. Thus, he had bound himself, preventing his own advancement.

At this moment, Qi Tianming was indeed in the Heavenly Purple Imperial City, unconscious like Xu Tian. Both bore the same Dao prohibition seal—likely the result of their clash having touched upon the fundamental laws of the Dao, thus binding them in prison.

Yet he did not blindly pursue treasure arts. In truth, the treasure arts taught by Li Qiye to Shi Hao were all exceptional. But Shi Hao wished to forge his own path, so he needed to observe widely and gain broad knowledge—that was the essence of his approach.