Gu Fuyou tightly gripped her sword, Yinhen. In such a duel, there was no need for tricks; it was simply a clash of raw power. The thunderbolt was like a spear hurled with the might of the gods from beyond the heavens, aiming to pierce through the very universe. Gu Fuyou met the challenge head-on, ascending swiftly into the sky….
The sudden turn of events had everyone on high alert. Though no one showed signs of making a move, everyone tensed up, prepared for any situation. Zhong Michu quickly scanned the area. They were surrounded by enemies, with the leaders of the three immortal sects present. If it were just these people, she and Gu Fuyou could leave safely. However,…
She really went to the Biluo Sect alone. The disciple who greeted guests at the sect’s entrance looked at her and then behind her, as if they too felt she shouldn’t have come alone. They seemed to expect a large, imposing group to arrive. Growing impatient, Gu Fuyou waved her invitation, “Is the Biluo Sect planning to hold the Immortal…
Gu Fuyou returned to the Thirty-Three Skies within just a day or two, and soon after, Feng Sui and Xiao Zhongting came back from their journey. They, along with a group of cultivators, had been working to eliminate the influence of the Zuo family in Nanzhou. Their success was mixed; they captured many but some of the Zuo family’s cultivators…
As the wind swept through the hall, pages of books fluttered like delicate wings. Zhong Michu found herself sitting against a bookshelf, enveloped in the familiar dance of scents – the crisp, biting cold of winter mingling with the fresh snow carried by the breeze. It was an aroma that she knew well, one that had been a constant companion…