Chapter 90: Come Here

He had always been secluded in cultivation, pursuing the Great Dao, indifferent to whatever the younger generations did, so long as they did not drive Yan Feng Sect to the brink of annihilation.

“Ah, so that’s how it is,” at this moment, Li Zhiyuan finally understood: the World Beyond Earth was truly not the Earth he once lived on. The World Beyond Earth had no hometown for him—just this World Beyond Earth. But why did it so closely resemble the Earth he had known?

Yet, Yang Yuting still had a younger brother, currently in high school, a thousand miles from Jiangcheng, in Huizhou.

He was able to help Suxue recover, though his methods were somewhat underhanded, but the outcome was ultimately good.

“For Ruoxi’s sake, I won’t stoop to your level today!” Xiahou Yunting snorted coldly.

“Miaocai, Zilian, go together—make it quick!” Lü Bu’s tone was just as displeasing to Cao Cao.

The surrounding spiritual energy was irresistibly drawn in; the wooden sword was wrapped in a tangible aura of sword intent.

Then, golden light enveloped a vast area, within which spells, formations, and talismanic attacks ran rampant.

She was just an outsider, finally having entered Yin Yang City, and then encountered Ye Xiaofeng. Zhao Ying even felt she was already the happiest person in the world.

Beset from within and without, Turtle Shell Palace was like a lone boat in turbulent waves, rocked and unstable; the aquatic folk inside were thrown into chaos, unable to stand firm.

Nie Yun stood atop the World-Destroying Black Lotus, the ninefold celestial phantom behind his head fell into ruin, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss plunged into the demonic inferno.

Now Allen was utterly speechless, for judging by the outcome, it truly might become so in the future.

Thus, guided by “Ye Lan,” they activated the spiritual medium physique while sensing their surroundings, yet at this moment, they were unaware that a terrifying crisis was about to descend upon this alien dimension.

He stomped fiercely on the ground, only then did the Heavenly Emperor steady himself, and immediately shifted from fist to claw, striking at Heavenly Fiend with deadly intent.

Tang Zheng remained silent; it was Li Junyan who spoke. And when Li Junyan finished, he stabbed Tang Zheng several times, ensuring the already dead Tang Zheng had no hope of revival.

Lin Ran’s expression made Caron suspicious; why did he look like that? Had he already discovered something? It shouldn’t be possible—this secret was supposed to be known only by himself and the designer. Yet seeing Lin Ran’s expression, Caron felt uneasy.

Upon meeting, Song Sun ignored the hotel’s owner Wang Tongtong and strode directly toward Lin Yichen, his face full of smiles, taking Lin Yichen’s hands in a firm grasp.

Tiger immediately understood, regretting so much he wanted to slap himself, hurried to Liang Weidong’s side, intent on kneeling.

Several black chains appeared, crawling onto White Fox like worms, pinning it to the stone wall.

Ling Shuang, seeing her most trusted senior sister Ling Xi arriving, no longer forced herself; she entrusted the Remnant Chapter of Heavenly Elixir and Meng Feichen to Ling Xi, then died in Ling Xi’s arms.

Ruan Mowei waited a while, but couldn’t bear to stand before everyone, let them point and gossip, so she flung her sleeve and went aside to rest.

He had discovered this at the corner of the relay station’s reservoir: two overlapping tokens hidden within a dark thicket.

After listening to Nur, he withdrew his gaze, the corner of his mouth curling into a merciless smile, resembling a demon sculpture playing with human hearts.

As a direct scion of the Li Tang imperial family, he understood even more clearly the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate sons.

Yan Qing suddenly became afraid, though only for a moment. Given her understanding of her father, she was certain he would refuse.

The fat man gave a thumbs-up at the side, and Zhou Yi’s deliberately relaxed voice was full of authenticity—perhaps he had once been a doctor in another world—so when people listened, it inspired complete trust.

Zhou Yi patted the silly bird’s back, then dove and landed on the open ground before the main hall. All around him were disciples of Misty Sect. Seeing Zhou Yi’s actions, they were not alarmed; instead, their faces showed hope and excitement, as if such events were the ones they most delighted in witnessing.

In less than a year, Meng Xuejiu had already risen to commander of the regiment, with over three thousand men under him. Previously, in Khitan, seeing an outside official would make his heart tremble; yet a year in Song Dynasty, he himself had become an official.

“I gather from Ninth Brother’s words that Ziwei is now distracted by other matters. Moreover, due to doubts about Ninth Brother, he keeps him close under surveillance; and secondly, he wishes to use Ninth Brother’s hand to eliminate his adversaries,” Chen Baojun mused, stroking his chin.

The main force of Qin’s army in Sishui Commandery was not inferior to the Young Marshal’s troops—in some respects, they even held a clear advantage. Their formation fighting ability far surpassed the Young Marshal’s army, who preferred petty thievery. Yet, in the night battle at Fuli, the Sishui Qin army was utterly defeated.

I slammed the table suddenly, then took a business card from my pocket. The source of this card was somewhat comical—it came from a plane trip to Sovia, when, due to Bella, I had a dispute with Cai Ke. Later, Bella switched seats for me and Long Zhan, and your Lin Xian, who sat next to me, gave me this card.

Mid-October in Mountain City already carried a hint of chill. Hao Zhengyi stood outside the gate, feeling the temperature, involuntarily shivering.

Our royal city in the Northern Frontier has only brief, warm and rainy springs and autumns; only the summers and winters are long. But winter brings only fierce, piercing winds, not the snowfall I long for.

Lin Zihan has never disappointed anyone so far; on the contrary, he continues to surprise.

Worse was yet to come: a mass of soldiers crowded onto a floating bridge, which, unable to bear the weight, suddenly tipped over. Countless Chu soldiers fell into the water, swept away by the current. The deafening cries for help echoed across the Ji River, reaching the heavens.

Since returning to Earth, he had come to realize that the common knowledge he possessed as an immortal in the Three Realms was entirely inapplicable here… These immortals must find their own way, once again, to attain immortality.