Chapter Sixty-Six: The Coffin in the Pond

The village chief glanced at Old Li and said, “Uncle, you speak.”
Old Li nodded, “Alright, then I’ll say it.”
When Christopher Nolan first received Marvel’s invitation, he was still quite hesitant.
Whether human or beast, all cherish their lives. Even if one must risk everything, it ought to be worthwhile. To fight hard to slay an opponent only to be ambushed by another—no one, man or beast, would be so foolish.
As mentioned earlier, since Zhuo Weiyang and the others arrived at Blackwind Fortress, what was once a ragtag band has become truly organized.
The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King and his companions represent the Western Sect’s influence. Though they have been canonized in the Heavenly Court, their loyalties remain with the Western Sect, seeking greater benefits there. After all, since their canonization, their cultivation and power have all but stagnated.
Around the ancestral hall of the She family, flames raged, lighting the night as bright as day. Hundreds clashed in battle. Blades and swords flashed, severed limbs and blood scattered.
The Xuan family trembled with fear. When Chen Xiao spoke, their heads shook desperately, like rattles in frantic denial.
It was over thirty feet long, its back bristling with spines like swords, its body sheathed in scales that gleamed like golden armor. Two massive heads, one black and one green, bore savage faces and mouths full of fangs.
A flash of cold determination shone in Ye Zhengfeng’s eyes. Though the spear had yet to reach him, he already felt a stabbing pain in his chest. The force behind this thrust was terrifying. Even if he bolstered his defenses with the power of metal, his chest would still churn with blood, at the very least suffering a serious wound. There was no way Ye Zhengfeng would meet it head-on.
Had Cheng Shiyuan not leaked the news to Zhao Fan, he might have remained wary of others, but now it no longer mattered.
Many great figures once practiced here—such as the Northern Wastes Emperor’s master, the Universal Daoist, as well as the Blood-drenched Daoist, the Sky-supporting Immortal, the founding patriarchs of Daoism, and so on. It could be said that half the Emperors of the Seven Lower Wastes have some connection to Boundless Island.
Yet Pan Lei’s words received no response. Not a single youth entering the hall glanced his way. To everyone’s astonishment, the bride, Jiang Jing, cried out with joy, leaping from the stage and throwing herself into the young man’s arms, all decorum forgotten.
With the proud and self-absorbed Leader Luo Hao at the front, the Emperor could seize Voban’s former prey. Any rogue god who could so entice Voban was surely a formidable being.
Five beams of light—yellow, red, black, gold, and blue—burst forth from the formation, instantly shattering the myriad dragon phantoms. The overwhelming destructive force blasted toward the great dragon.
Guo Yi had no idea where he was. If Ji Youran hadn’t come for him, he truly wouldn’t know what to do. Should he head to the Northern Wastes Imperial Court now?
The children enjoyed themselves immensely along the way, their spirits undampened as they pointed out mountains and discussed rivers. With Lingfeng City now in sight, they pleaded with Ruixue to let them enter the city for a look.
Seeing this, everyone except Xia Qi and Xu Ping drew closer, ready to combine their efforts to break open the portal and enter within.
The three men, seeing Ling Xiao and Li Yuanchong ignore their presence, prepared to teach them a lesson. Unexpectedly, a flash of silver light passed, and the three froze on the spot.
I gazed quietly at Jinna, wanting to say something, but no words came. Perhaps I still had a mountain of questions for her.
Having lived in the mountains for so long, Tianxing had not spoken so familiarly with anyone in years. Now, surrounded by so many kin, she felt a strange sense of unease.