Chapter 83: The Third Prohibition Order

Lin Yu and his companions sighed, feeling that compared to the Celestial Cauldron Sect, this place was nothing short of hell—murder and robbery were daily occurrences here. Ye Susu rolled her eyes inwardly; couldn’t they see she was still negotiating? If she couldn’t leave, how could she possibly take them with her?

This time, Ye Feng was not unconscious; his body, after being subjected to extreme stress, had gone into spasms, leaving him temporarily drained of strength.

From his position in the hall, Lin Yu could see seven chairs placed at the highest point, and a row beneath them filled with more seats. Upon these lower seats sat over a dozen elders with immortal airs—some dozing off, some appearing lazy, others vigorous and radiant, some expressionless, and still others kind and amiable.

Avi’s cold sweat beaded from the stabbing pain in his abdomen, but that agony was nothing compared to the heartache of losing his mother. After his sudden outburst that killed the imperial knight, Avi seemed hollowed out, a flood of grief overwhelming him, suffocating in its intensity.

Apophis spent a brief moment seeking Zekin’s whereabouts. As his own disciple, Zekin naturally bore Apophis’s magical mark, so Apophis teleported straight into the room where Zekin was. With such might, truly, the whole world was open to him.

The implication was that it was you who failed to come for me, not I who failed to come for you. My yearning made me ill and that was your fault; the worsening of my illness was also your fault. Even now, since I am not yet healed, you still cannot escape blame.

As the blue whale flew out the window, a figure drifted in from the east and landed lightly on the rooftop, a flickering firelight trailing behind her.

The Fire Beast, having twice fired its Heavenly Flames in quick succession, was severely depleted of demonic energy, its demon core even momentarily unstable. For now, it made no further move, instead keeping a close watch on the seemingly unconscious Ouyang Jin as it desperately tried to recover its strength.

In a previous world, a great thinker once said that of all things in the world, only sublime morality and the brilliant starry sky could truly move his heart.

Yet, the result was completely contrary to expectations, leaving Lijia wondering if her ears had deceived her.

When Zhang Minghong entered, everyone present looked at Lin Dong with expressions of ridicule and scorn.

Soon after, the mysterious, gravely wounded young man gradually regained consciousness.

Ye Xuanji persuaded, “Uncle, this fruit is sweet but not cloying, juicy and refreshing—not something wild berries can compare to. Please accept it. After three meals of wild fruit, wouldn’t a plate of fresh fruit be the perfect way to cleanse the palate? It’s pure delight.”

Old Man Man contacted Youming. Although Hongluan’s knowledge meant Youming knew as well, Old Man Man still felt obliged to send word—this was a matter of principle.

“If your disciples were inferior and died, do you really mean to blame us?” The Elder of the Demon Sect retorted sharply.

The Iron Corpse had been gutted, green blood pooling everywhere, but most importantly, its most precious magic core was missing.

“Take care.” Dao Wugou patted Qin San on the back, emerged from the woods, and strode confidently onto the main road, heading forward.

Feng Qing’s words brought calm to the scene. Once spoken, no one voiced any further doubts—not even those few who had once served under Meng Gucheng. All seemed finally at ease, for their greatest fear had been meeting Meng Gucheng on the battlefield.

Dao Wugou’s heart sank when he saw Ren Tongtian’s murderous intent toward the Qis—brother and sister of the “Heaven’s Ears, Earth’s Eyes” clan. He seemed to foresee Ren Tongtian turning his blade on him once the Elysium Island Lord was eliminated.

“Ling Feng, what are you doing here?” Gao Peng had entered, and seeing Ling Feng leaning on Lan Rui’s desk, walked over to him.

The Palace Lord of the Azure Immortal Palace spoke up, causing everyone to hide their emotions. It was clear that the Palace Lord’s power surpassed anyone else present.

Long Xiaotian, his arm severed, eyes glinting with malice, had been left behind in the chaos of the nuclear blast—his weakness and slow speed costing him dearly.

Some, with newfound wealth, bought homes in town. The most notable was Chen Dahuan from Zhao Kaihua’s family, who, rumor had it, would soon be celebrating his wedding and hosting a banquet.

“Mother, I’m back—let’s go.” Ziyun returned home to find his foster mother waiting for him, beaming with joy.

Life was already good, yet people remained unsatisfied, becoming ever greedier and committing acts that angered both Heaven and Nature, all in pursuit of immortality! Thus, the Dao of Heaven decided to grant them their wish. The Four Great Zombies would turn everyone into the undead, granting them eternal life—an endless, undying existence.

“Still, this can’t be the end of it. I’ve decided to stir up some trouble in the underworld in a few days—just to shore up my influence!” Ye Feng declared.

Hundreds of mouths shouted “Brother Chen!” at Chen Dazhi—he’d never seen such a spectacle in his life.

The golden shrimp’s left eye was healing, its massive claw pitted with holes, as though pierced by something strange.

When she asked the question, she was still incredulous, for in her memory, no one had ever disliked Lily.