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Yet, it is precisely this terrifying suppression, combined with the presence of the Nine Heavenly Might, that allows any martial artist passing through this corridor to be tempered by the nine types of heavenly power, refining their physical cultivation at speeds ten or even dozens of times faster than usual.

Setting aside these thoughts, he entered the forty-seventh level. These were the final few floors; if he truly found nothing here, he might have to turn back. His luck was truly abysmal.

"Eternal Palace, gate, open!" Amidst a creaking sound, a stunning yet blurred gate slowly swung open, and Song Ming’s spiritual avatar entered with almost no resistance.

Everyone present looked at one another, their bodies tense, entering a state of emergency readiness, as if prepared to strike at any moment.

Feng Yang cleared his mind, took a deep breath, and guided his true energy according to the third-level cultivation technique. He realized that it was indeed more effective than the second-level technique, and his heart surged with joy. Suddenly, the true energy within his body began to churn along with his restless mind, and he hurriedly steadied his focus, pushing his energy circulation to its full capacity.

He was no fool; if Li Changlin’s fans were determined to help him compete for the fifth spot on the monthly ticket rankings, it proved that the other side had already made preparations.

"I will say it again: get out of the border city immediately, and I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, none of you will live to see tomorrow morning!" Killing intent flickered in Xiang Yu’s eyes.

Watching his wealth value steadily decrease, it would be a lie to say that Yesterday’s Yellow Flower felt no heartache or anger.

One had to know that the wealthy patrons and tycoons playing on the internet truly spent thousands of gold without so much as blinking an eye.

"If there is anything you require of me, General Wei, please speak plainly. Now that I am still in Jiankang, my words still carry some weight," Sima Daozi said readily.

Regarding Thor’s speculation, everyone was in agreement; it was a logical conclusion.

First, he could borrow from Lou Jie or Fu Yanhe and the others. This method was the simplest, and he believed that as long as he asked, he would certainly receive a satisfactory response. But if he did that, he would owe a massive favor.

In just a moment, over a dozen martial masters from the Wujian Alliance were wounded, and several were hacked to death by a flurry of blades.

But if it were not A, the idea that one could not learn something no matter how hard they tried would be even more absurd.

As for such trivial and inconsequential matters, it was naturally impossible for anyone else to raise any objections.

Yet, the child was right there; he could neither stuff it back into its mother’s womb nor throw it in the trash can, which caused Feng Yunting’s temples to throb at the mere sight of the infant.

Huai Yiyun felt a sense of relief when she saw that, aside from a blurred phantom of her inner demon, there was no one else there.

Song Xixi finally overcame her psychological fear of Professor Wu and followed Tang Zhihuan into his classroom again, even sneaking sips of the milk tea she had bought for Tang Zhihuan during the lecture.

Having arrived here, the reason Zi Yan had become like this was because the old mistress looked down on her at every turn and made things difficult for her.

The bond between her and Hongmei was by no means so shallow; otherwise, Hongmei would not have defied the heavens to change her fate, staying in this lightless place for a thousand years just to wait for their return.

The object in his hand was a palm-sized, exquisite, and cute yellow-skinned gourd. Under the erosion of the "Death Drain," the spiritual intelligence of the Third Child’s original spirit fetus had been completely wiped away, leaving it an ownerless item.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Che’s face turned ink-green: "Then perhaps it is better not to eat too well..." lest the sight be too vivid for him to imagine.

Glancing at the ruined cement road, Mu Yun felt it was about enough. He put away his black iron sword, turned back to the playground, and found a washbasin. He attempted to turn on the faucet to wash his face, yet not a single drop of water flowed out.

Lian Qi was the newly promoted head maid beside Rong Qiu. She was sensible and well-behaved, with a sweet tongue. The things she said often lifted Rong Qiu’s depressed spirits, so it did not take long before Rong Qiu felt she could no longer do without her.

"How could it be true? You have been with me for so long; don’t tell me you don’t know in your heart who the wife I truly want to marry is!" Xu Jinqiao said in a deep, cold voice, his brow furrowed with deep impatience.

Standing outside the operating room, a group of patients' family members waited, their expressions exceptionally solemn, their eyes filled with the light of hope.

The maid promised to obey, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she dared to raise her head to gaze longingly at Xuanyuan Che’s retreating back, sighing softly.

Yuxin quickly took the letter and opened it, only to see it written: "The Ling Emperor is critically ill and has issued a decree summoning the lord to return to Luoyang immediately." After reading it, Yuxin handed the letter to Ju Shou and Lu Su.

Xia Mo shook her hand, pulling away after the briefest of contacts. It wasn't that Tina wasn't beautiful, but Xia Mo did not want her to think that she was taking advantage of her.

"Since that is the case, prepare to enter again within three months." Leng Yixiu’s tone was cold and heavy, allowing for no resistance.

Because the blessings of Qian Li were being heavily utilized by Qian Liang’s family, it had a significant impact on Qian Li himself.

Hu Lin leaped forward to his wife’s side, and only after escaping what he perceived to be the danger zone did he dare to look back.

Upon hearing this, Gong Yanlie did not answer, but merely watched his wife silently, and she slowly let her smile fade.