21 Jinjiang Literature City 21

Previously, Jiang Xuan had entered the Chaos Space immediately upon his breakthrough, leading the Heavenly Dao to mistakenly believe he had perished. But now, things were different. As Jiang Xuan truly stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Sovereign, visions of heaven and earth manifested one after another, divine light descended from the heavens, and the sound of the Great Dao echoed across the firmament.

In recent years, business at the food factory had become difficult, with efficiency sliding sharply. It was not that the products were poor; in fact, they remained the same as always, but the market was no longer what it once was.

"Your true self’s tribulation will surely be astonishing," Dao Ancestor Bodhi said with a grave expression. "Especially since your true self cultivates both physical mastery of gods and demons and the path of Qi. When you eventually open your Golden Core world, there will inevitably be many variables, far more terrifying than the tribulation of your second primordial spirit."

Fortunately, all was well. Lady Dou had to temporarily stay with the Tong family to nurture her pregnancy. Over the years, the cooperation between the Xu and the Xie families had fostered a deep bond, and the two women got along famously. Being so close, staying here to recuperate was perfectly fine.

Seeing them laughing and chatting together left Qi Wanlan feeling sour. In the past, whenever she visited, her two cousins loved playing with her and took great care of her. But now, it seemed they were kind to everyone, which made her feel uneasy.

Her blade remained at a distance from the wrist, neither too close nor too far, maintaining a range that ensured she would not harm herself.

After speaking, Tang Ren shot a look at the bald man. Though Tang Ren wore a smile, the bald man saw only a heavy threat in it, and he nodded repeatedly in terror.

Pushing through the narrow gate, the first thing that caught Fang Zifu’s eyes were the warning posters prohibiting flammable and explosive materials. These images clearly clashed with the festive atmosphere of the upcoming major holiday, yet they served as a grim hint: traveling by train during the Spring Festival was a terrifying ordeal.

"Although this romance was full of stumbles, we became more serious the longer we talked. Once, when I was kissing her in the roadside greenery, we were caught by the neighborhood patrol. When she threw herself into my arms crying, I felt I had to take responsibility, stay in Shanghai after graduation, and marry her."

The vigilance she had developed from growing up in such a place gave her a sudden, dangerous premonition.

I did not speak, for this sudden turn of events left me with a complex mix of emotions. At that moment, I could not tell if it was excitement or something else.

It seemed as if this were the home she had dreamed of—even when she was away, someone still kept the lights on, letting her know that there was someone inside, someone who would keep her company through the night.

"Ning'er, after we go back to Ding City to visit your parents, let's go to the Snow Kingdom to visit Pomegranate. How about that?" Ding Guoguo put down the letter and asked Ding Ning with a smile.

I am not very familiar with Western legends, but this thing sounds like the name of an eyeball; how could it be shaped like a dragon?

The main thing was that when she got angry, she felt incredibly stifled and really wanted to find a punching bag or a vent to blow off some steam.

By September, the Snow Kingdom had entered the cold of winter. Pomegranate’s child was born during this time. Although it was premature, the baby weighed over six pounds at birth.

Mi Dai coughed several times, her face turning bright red, whether from the coughing or something else, it was hard to tell.

Inside the room, Su Wangniang heard Old Mother Du’s voice and went to the window to look out. At a glance, she locked eyes with Er Sha, who had been staring at the window the whole time.

He gripped her waist tightly with one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other, trying to squeeze away every inch of space between them—the physical distance and the distance between their souls.

While flying through sub-space, Damu couldn't help but check his account again. It held a full 5 million Star Shields, three times his entire previous net worth. Since he had been framed and his reputation ruined, he hadn't taken on such a large contract in a long time.

The wine of this era had little alcohol content, but being drunk on it caused a much worse headache than in later times. Yang Xu looked around with a dazed head while simultaneously trying to find a place to relieve himself, seeing no servants nearby to ask.

"Tell Ye Hansheng to answer the phone." I ignored Chen Jie’s words and demanded to speak to Ye Hansheng, but Chen Jie just sneered on the other end of the line.

"Jingyuan, what could I be dissatisfied with? Why would I be unhappy with the wedding you’ve prepared for me? Besides, these are all styles I love. You really are thoughtful." Bai Pianran seemed not to understand Mo Jingyuan’s words, clutching his arm tightly with a face full of smiles.

Cui Yingli tilted her head to look at Mo Yuzhen, and Mo Yuzhen blinked quickly, signaling that Duoduo was right.

The group rested in Pingyang for a few days to heal. Once they saw that Su Lingxiao was mobile, they began their return. At this point, Su Lingxiao could not show her face, and Yang Xu, fearing that He Chonghuan might be tracking them, bought several carriages and quietly returned to Xiangning.

"Have you been crying?" In the end, Mo Youting was the first to speak, as he noticed the bloodshot veins in Du Ruo’s eyes.

Half a second later, a silver radiance pierced through a mecha and broke out of the encirclement of the mecha warriors. After a few flashes, the silver light broke through and vanished behind a massive black rock.

When the vile deeds of the deposed Empress of the Chen family were exposed, the Emperor was furious. Yet, in the end, he spared her life, ensuring she suffered no hardship or toil, and merely had her imprisoned.

Huh? I lowered my head to look at the ring on my finger. Why did Bo Yin suddenly ask about this?

I had previously thought it was Bo Yin, and at this thought, a sudden panic rose in my heart. Why would I have expected it to be Bo Yin?

It had been some time since I last saw him. Looking at his complexion, his health seemed to be failing further. There was less color in his face, and his cheeks had grown thin.

A thirty-year-old colonel, the leader of "Qing," having lived through extraordinary experiences, his mind had long since become several times tougher than the average person’s.

Bo Yin clearly did not believe it. He reached out to unwrap the package, revealing a wristwatch with a black strap inside.

Now, after such a long period of dissipation, the region below the waist of Mount Buzhou was accessible to living beings again; the Pangu aura and the pressure of heaven and earth in this area had become very weak.

However, it wasn't until he saw Leng Yifeng appear in the hallway wearing a pure white shirt that he realized it was all because of Leng Yifeng.