Chapter 62: The Ancient Sword Remains

Fairy, Your Life-Bound Sword Has Gained a Spirit Spring of the Orange Well 1283 words 2026-04-11 01:36:08

After a brief rest and handling the materials from the Wind-Eroded Wolves, the three dared not linger in this treacherous wasteland and pressed deeper in the direction guided by Ye Ming. The further they ventured, the wind seemed to abate slightly, but the sense of desolation and death grew more intense. Shattered boulders and the traces of dried riverbeds were everywhere, as if recounting the upheavals this land had once endured. The air was thick with the scent of decay mingled with ancient sorrow.

"Closer, we're getting closer!" Wu Sheng no longer glanced at her, but instead stared and poked at the Third Prince, focusing on that Leisure Fan. As the two discussed where to begin their work, the entire bar was suddenly enveloped by a strange wave of energy.

He tossed the Starry Night in his hand toward the sky, and it vanished instantly into the air. When the Matriarch tried to speak again, her soul was completely shredded, leaving only her gaping mouth, and she died.

Given Yang Yan’s unfathomable talent and his ever-expanding power, wasn’t this all perfectly natural?

"And as for Feng’er wearing the jade bracelets, she is not truly a phoenix. The pair of bracelets are crafted from different materials: one forged with the undying fire of the 'Relentless Hell' in the underworld, saturated with the anguish of countless souls who have suffered punishment; the other, a blood-stained stone, refined into a sinister jade."

"Moreover, I suppose you won’t ask something as dull as why I appeared above SCP-738," he said, eyeing Ye Qian with the gaze of a hunter watching his prey, as if afraid Ye Qian might not take the bait.

Four ghost wardens approached the palanquin, all dropping to one knee. Kneeling with the Soul Chain in hand and holding the Soul Banner, they bowed their heads in silence, listening to Feng’er inside the palanquin as she scolded and punished them.

Yet all of this was futile. Even the most powerful martial techniques were utterly useless before that giant hand, incapable of even stalling it for a second.

"Stop trying. It’s useless. Put away those pointless thoughts," said the voice, steady and profound, the unique tone possessed only by the wisest sages.

Heavy breathing filled the carriage. Zheng Sheng brushed his hair, already soaked with sweat. Witnessing extraordinary power up close for the first time was overwhelming for these ordinary mortals.

Kuang San flicked her wrist, and the Snow Mist Wolf unfolded with ease, simulating Xue Cai’s bloodline. She chanted a spell, and an array blossomed from the spear’s tip. The weapon darted like a dragon, instantly tapping the key.

The next day, Lin Ziqi rose early and hurried to the laboratory, only to find, to her surprise, that Wu Bin was absent.

Following Robi’s gaze, which was fixed on the miserable prisoners, was Vilan. Mason nodded coldly.

When meteors plummeted from the heavens, Thor could only swing his twin hammers, shattering every star that threatened to strike him.

As Wu Bin waxed eloquent about psychology, Gu Ningshan, overwhelmed by the flood of information, quickly waved her hand to stop him.

Effect Three: The light orb possesses a passive causal manipulation ability, enabling it, across different worlds, to render identities, events, entities, power systems—anything foreign—reasonable where they would otherwise be absurd.

The cultivator nodded silently. The disciple of a prestigious clan had indeed acted impressively; the one who broke the "Thunder Light Array" must have used the "Void-Breaking Token."

The boy bent to pick up the three coins. "I'm telling you, next time, you should bring more money," he shouted.

After selling his phone to Lord Rom, he received twenty sacred gold coins, half of which he gave to Kuang San, keeping ten for himself.

Song Zeming watched from a distance, restraining himself from stepping in and trying to appear indifferent.

All her thoughts were no longer with the spectators, but focused entirely on that person above. She wished fervently that it was she, not him, who stood in the arena at this moment.