27. This Is Mountain Beauty Village (Corrections)

Wen Quliu pinched a seal and cast several incantations into the formation. The one-meter-wide array activated, transforming into a swirling vortex that relentlessly sucked in all the nearby sweet crumbs.

In that instant, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Lu Feifan’s reaction and for what would happen next.

Just then, following Pantheon’s ignition and stun, Rengar leapt from the brush. Even though he burned his Flash, he could not escape; after all, he was only level two, and Rengar possessed both a Red Buff and a snare.

Across this world, there existed at least one hundred thousand supreme arrays. When combined, these formations could form the eight most terrifying and sovereign arrays of slaughter.

He had been filled with joy at their marriage, but she had grown weary of the pain of blind dates and was forced into it. Even at the wedding banquet, he did not see her looking like other brides, filled with happiness and pride.

Thus, on the ruins of Iron Grave Mountain, those cultivators who knew they had no qualifications to compete for the divine artifact—and not even a chance to catch a glimpse of it—were frantically digging at the entrance from which the artifact had emerged, hoping to catch a whiff of immortal energy or stumble upon some unexpected discovery.

"It really is... it really is the Soul-Shifting Technique!" Guo Kuan’s mouth hung wide open, his eyes glazing over in a daze.

What cultivator would ever want to see their own supernatural powers—once capable of riding the clouds and moving mountains—reduced to mere street-corner magic tricks?

"You are not from this realm, are you?" the Bird-Shark A-Zu’s muffled voice rumbled.

He possessed forty-two strands of Heavenly Dao power. He decided to use thirty of them as rewards for the top thirty on the Primordial Ranking after one year—the strongest of this era—to allow them to awaken their bloodlines and physiques. The remaining twelve, Zuo Chen decided to keep for those around him.

The two returned to their rooms. As soon as He Ying pushed open the door, he heard the sound of Li Sisi bathing in the bathroom.

Xu Song turned to look at her, and Liu Ying immediately straightened her chest, stood with graceful poise, and raised a hand to smooth her disheveled sideburns.

When it was over, Chi Yu lay limp on the bed, still wearing that same cheongsam.

At that moment, the door to Ye Shuang’s room suddenly opened, and she stepped out, dressed in a black gauze dress.

"Before I even proposed to you, I had already prepared everything," Huan Weilou explained.

Chi Yu sniffled, those fragments of memory involuntarily surfacing in her mind. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but the places where she had previously been left with scars began to ache faintly.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a giant rat jump off the table and scurry beneath the old cabinet in the corner.

"Brother Zhaoyang, you are too stupid. I don't want to tell you." Bai Mu felt nothing wrong with saying it that way.

Everyone was actually quite happy in their hearts; after all, Old Third Shen was used to acting like a tyrant here, and they had suffered no shortage of bullying at his hands.

"Cultivating here is at least several times faster than anywhere else," Ye Feng muttered to himself. He arrived at a bustling market; even though it was a night market, it was exceptionally lively.

Just then, the Nine Heavens Boat suddenly ceased its voyage. Dao Ling’s face twitched as he stared at the divine source within the boat, which had crumbled into powder.

After being chided, Fang Le suddenly felt a sense of discomfort and even burning in his body. He usually didn't cultivate like this, and at the same time, a faint heat radiated from him.

The people at the table felt relieved. Clearly, the old man’s question had been merely a whim; seeing the son of an old friend brought the man a sense of comfort.

After calling out, he slid his feet and rushed upstairs like a wisp of smoke. He left Liu Shi’er behind, staring blankly at his retreating figure with a look of such mournful longing that it lasted for a long time before he let out a long sigh.

A Human Immortal carrying mountains and rivers and manifesting a Map of Mountains and Rivers was only the first stage; summoning the immortal spirits within and merging with them was the final form.

The already dilapidated hall was ravaged once more; large swaths of wallpaper began to peel, and shattered pieces of concrete started to fall.

It was not until the hour of the Tiger that Lan He jumped from the window back into his own room. Once inside, he sat on the chair before the bed without even removing his outer garment, remaining perfectly still.

"I have finally heard you say these three words. I... I thank you on her behalf," the beauty said, her lips slightly parted.

In fact, it was when Liu Bei sent troops to assist Kong Rong that he truly began to enter the eyes of the other warlords.

"You know quite a bit. Speak, what is your wish?" The monster had by now adapted to its transformed body, so its speech had become fluent.

"Do you really know?" Ge Huaishan was clearly still not fully reassured, so he pressed for confirmation.

"You aren't bad yourself," Shangguan Yunfei said calmly. Leinst was the trickiest and most powerful opponent Shangguan Yunfei had encountered since he began his journey, but only because of that did this battle seem all the more interesting.

"There is another gift? Isn't this Feather Palace already good enough?" Xu Feiyu turned and looked at the Feather Palace.

Yan Dingtian turned to look at the golden-haired youth, who was too shocked to speak. A smile of satisfied conspiracy flashed across his lips, and he gently tossed the white crystal in his hand, storing it away into his scale seal.

"Idiot! You couldn't even keep an eye on a few mounts!" Migogloss was furious, kicking the guard down before rushing out.

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the alluring figure nearby. Almost instantly, her eyes brightened, and her figure flashed, appearing right beside her.

Having achieved the Primordial Spirit, he had returned to his original state, his sharpness hidden within; naturally, he no longer possessed that so-called aura of an expert.

Being able to participate in this mission, this complaining man in black was not as simple as he appeared. Just now, he had keenly captured a subtle nuance in Yan Dingtian’s words, and combined with the series of unusual behaviors the youth had displayed, his vigilance was heightened.