Volume 1, Chapter 51: Nightmare

Wen Shiyan heard it, but she could no longer utter a single word. She had experienced moments like this before—the scene before her shifted, becoming bright and warm, like the midday sun. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, and a voice lingered in her ear, growing clearer and clearer. It was her father and mother calling her. Her gown was tugged by something, pulling her forward, endlessly pulling...

"It's not that we're too familiar; we came from elsewhere and just settled here recently," Fan Yaoyin quickly explained upon detecting the doubt in Liu Wei's tone.

"You know, the situation has been chaotic lately. The deployment of troops is only a matter of time. The missions ahead will be unlike before—we'll face evolved beings, mutants, and even ancient martial artists like our clan. My younger brother isn’t an evolved being, so the danger is immense," Long Xiang clarified.

Several fish swam past the two of them, and ahead, a glimmer of light appeared—surely the exit.

"Ah! Everyone’s life has been tough; their actions are understandable under the circumstances," Mother Zhang said with a soft heart.

A burly middle-aged man with a pockmarked face sat there, dressed in a deep purple robe, his expression cold and grim.

Kui Mu Lang took a careful glance and, without hesitation, grabbed his weapon and began dissecting the ferocious beast.

At first, Qu Baiyan had worried and wanted to assist, but upon seeing the situation, she instinctively stepped back, not wanting to be more of a hindrance than a help.

Bao Weiwei failed to notice the underlying trick, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t. Jian Dan saw it at a glance, finding it somewhat amusing, though more tinged with envy—she and Shen Huaian lacked such an atmosphere between them.

Ruo Lan shook her head with a smile. "Your cousin still hasn’t settled on a satisfactory name; he picks one and then rejects it. Who knows how long this will drag on." Ma Peng had long declared that he would choose the first child’s name, and Ma Chengteng never contested.

Yue Liming’s gaze shifted toward Su Sheng, the Lan family, and Su Lan’er, placing his last hope in them.

Everyone present was stunned—even Old Master Jin and Jin Wanwan were left agape, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

This was a vast, barren plain; the Reincarnation Domain was nowhere near as prosperous in martial arts as the Sword Emperor Dynasty or the Qi Tian Domain.

"How would you know it would lead to unbearable consequences if you’ve never tried?" Tianya asked coldly.

He understood clearly—if he didn’t hold the advantage in this duel, no one would come to his aid. Only by gaining the upper hand and surpassing the saint’s techniques would those people intervene on his behalf.

Kailuot tugged at the soft flesh on Xiliu's cheek. The latter reached out with her paw to push his hand, but she never extended her claws, using only the fleshy part of her paw with little force. After a brief push, she gave up decisively. It didn’t hurt or itch, so she let Kailuot torment her cheek freely.

"If the Daoist has such a treasure, then please cast your spell and bind the fox spirit," Li Xiuyuan said with a respectful bow.

Though they were outsiders, the primordial energy of this world did not attack them. Perhaps it knew that in their current state, it was impossible to hinder these two.

He truly feared retaliation; he had witnessed Liu Chen’s ruthless decisiveness. This man’s actions defied all logic, and Zhao Qingtian was genuinely worried about this matter.

Martial cultivators strengthen their internal energy through training, but when it comes to controlling primordial energy, they are weak or even incapable. What Yuan Hui now commands far exceeds the scope of martial cultivation.

In the direst moment, the man’s voice sounded so beautiful. Windsor lifted his neck to look at Kailuot beside him, stretched out his hand, and, in a relaxed state of mind, blackness overcame his vision as he fell to one side.