Chapter 13127 — Let Zhan Ping Take You There. That Is Not All.

At this moment, standing from the perspective of the World Will, the most conspicuous transformation in the Doomsday Emperor was not in his physical body but in his primordial spirit.

As a thousand-year-old rotting corpse, by all rights his primordial spirit should have perished long ago, and his sea of consciousness should have long since run dry.

Yet ironically, at this very moment, as Ximen Xiu's lifeblood essence merged into him, his dried-up sea of consciousness was rapidly reviving, and along with it, his primordial spirit was likewise returning from the dead.

Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched. "Has he really come back to life?"

Ximen Xiu's speaking just now had been entirely driven by a lingering obsession from his living days, not any genuine autonomous consciousness...

"Young Master Chun, it's you." Bai Xue lay flat on her back upon the bluestone slabs, gazing upward at the somewhat dazzling sunlight from below. Yang Chun still wore his ink-black robe, his sword aura blazing like a rainbow.

After Zheng Penghai's arms were bound behind his back, he was led along on a rope like a dog—this was what their people of Zheng routinely did with captured prisoners. Leading Penghai along, curved blade in hand with a measure of self-satisfaction, he returned to camp, but on the road, thinking of the cunning hare, he could not help but grieve.

"All right, let Zhan Ping take you over. Call me if there's any problem." Gao Haotian nodded to Sha Zhanping and turned to leave.

The legion of the undead swept across the native life of the realm; the demiplane collision achieved the injection and modification of the planar laws.

According to this young man, his pizzeria did make money, but it had never taken off the way he'd hoped, so the psychological gap was considerable. Now that he'd found a better project, he was eager to sublet the shop.

After climbing Lotus Peak, both legs trembled uncontrollably, and her body no longer felt like her own. Lele was no better off; her two thin lips, whether from the cold or from fright, had long since turned a bluish purple.

"Are you faking it, or do you really not know? If you're faking, then your depths run deep indeed." Wang Xiaomei looked at her suspiciously.

Just as Luo Hao was about to leave, an old man in a corner on the eastern side of the plaza caught his attention.

The competition venue remained unchanged, still set in the office of the Computer Association. The two teams sat in two adjoining rooms, and out in the corridor an additional computer had been set up as the competition server's host machine.

These purple-shadow light orbs rushed into the cultivators' bodies and, in less than three breaths, detached from them and returned to the Heavenly Wheel. But among all the cultivators of the Zhou Empire—whether mortals or immortals descended from the immortal realm—the purple-shadow orbs within their bodies did not depart. Instead, they coalesced into a single orb that slowly dragged them up into the air.

It was here, last time, that he had met Maria and her mother, Yana Smolnikova. Tragically, her mother had ultimately died. Although Zhen Fan had helped her take revenge, there was still, more or less, much regret. Now, revisiting the old place, Zhen Fan felt a touch of melancholy.

It was also evident that he was not unwilling to sharply criticize Li Liang and the others—he simply had no time. Once he finished writing this sentence, he would have to go.

"Where are your father and mother? Aren't they with you?" Zhen Fan looked at Jia Yuntong in surprise.

The Radiant Emperor's heart gave a jolt. The holy pillar of light, the "Great Prophecy Spell," that had imprisoned the Heaven-Splitting Axe slackened, and the many cardinals in red, holy knights, and archangels of the Radiant faction likewise eased their assault, their expressions shifting slightly.

And Sun Jian's secret hoarding of the Imperial Jade Seal was inadvertently exposed, instantly becoming that spark. Sun Jian's earlier conduct had already made the various warlords quite jealous; now that Sun Jian had concealed the Jade Seal, it instantly ignited this powder keg. The conflicts among the warlords erupted ahead of schedule, throwing everything into chaos.

"Damn—one swallow, one gift. Is this cleansing that immortal's impure spiritual power, or aiding his cultivation?" said one immortal.

"What? Someone's got their eye on you?" Only after Lin Baoguo hung up the phone did the old master Lin speak, his face calm.

At the officer's request, Claire and Silia had no choice but to follow the police down the mountain. Along the way, they did reach another, relatively wide path—there was a road here, and they could follow it down. But Claire declined the officer's offer and did not take their ride down the mountain. Instead, she walked down on her own.