Chapter 57: The Door Appeared

The sky was an endless expanse of blue.

After the heavy fog lifted, the weather cleared up as well.

Lu Xi looked back, but the familiar figure still did not appear.

She took out her phone and dialed Ji Chenling's number.

Fortunately, her current identity was that of a student, and everyone brought their phones on the school trip.

At least this ensured she wouldn't lose contact with Ji Chenling.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Sister." Ji Chenling's voice sounded warm.

King Luxun Altan Ula and King Jumen Yilede lunged out from left and right, attempting to intercept the fatal blow from King Alioth Jorigtu, but it was already too late.

She had no idea what madness had possessed her husband to make such unreasonable demands, yet fearing that Yang Hao might feel awkward, she immediately offered gentle words of comfort.

At this moment, he no longer possessed the demeanor of an old charlatan, but instead exuded the aura of a true mentor.

Huangfu Chen was struck several times on the body with the flat and hilt of the sabres by the soldiers of the Right Army, before being subdued by someone using a horizontal blade.

After waiting for the waiter to serve the dishes, Su Jiu found the information he was looking for. Seated diagonally across from him were two middle-aged men who were eating while discussing news regarding the mounted bandits of Changle Street. It seemed the two of them possessed some understanding of this gang of bandits.

The sect masters felt a renewed sense of disappointment, and after exchanging a few brief words, they took their leave. After all, with the Demon Emperor now at large, they were also anxious to attend to their respective sect affairs.

"Forget it, let's head down and take a look first!" Ye Kong immediately flipped over and squeezed into the passage below. Not long after he entered, the entire Storm Clock Tower collapsed into a pile of ruins with a thunderous crash, triggered by its internal mechanisms.

Upon hearing the name Bai Ling, Nan Wuxiang was instantly reminded of the icy illusion realm that had put him through such torment, and the chill from refining the Floating Cang Flower earlier rose within him once more, making every hair on his body stand on end. Pondering over ways to avoid Bai Ling, changing his appearance and identity truly seemed like a viable solution. Putting all other thoughts aside, he devoted himself entirely to practicing the Art of Disguise.

"Does that even need an explanation? It was Revered Ling who cured your son," Lu Qi said, casting a sharp gaze at the burly man.

Su Jiu knew that the fading figure was the soul of Tang Ting; once it vanished completely, the soul possession ritual would be successful.

Years ago, his grandfather wished to marry his grandmother, but the Fang clan refused. His grandmother then petitioned the imperial court for verification of her virtue, requesting the construction of a chastity arch. In the end, this forced the Fang clan to open their doors and welcome her, allowing her to happily wed his grandfather.

"An unusual star has fallen from the heavens, and the bond between master and disciple remains unfulfilled." Yuan En's voice echoed from behind Master Jiming.

Thinking of this supreme deity in his heart, the Dao Lord could not help but sigh inwardly that this was a truly flawless man, even more perfect than the Emperor Wu Shi.

Although chaos still reigned, this commander was a military man; one glance told him that the movements of these refugees had become orderly, indicating that someone was leading them using military tactics.

Yan Lian stood up: "I have lost, utterly lost. I should have gone with you to Sun Family Village back then." Yan Lian offered a bitter smile.

The ink-colored figure was like a sharp blade piercing straight into the heart of the enemy forces—seemingly invincible and unkillable, striking despair into the hearts of all. Fortunately, a company of troops suddenly charged onto the city wall, stopping less than three chi away from Fang Ruohua.

Feng Xingying's fury ignited, and the aura around her grew increasingly dangerous. The fire spiritual energy had already formed a giant fire phoenix above her head, poised and ready for action.

He furrowed his brows and looked down, but the depths below were pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly at all.

Xue Qingzhao clenched her fists: "I'll wait for you at the Nine Mile Pavilion ahead!" With that, she broke into a run.

Feng Shun prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his weathered face. The tragic scene before him was even more harrowing than when the Chu Emperor Zhao Ye had besieged the capital years ago.

He shook the God-Slaying Spear, though regrettably, only the upper half remained. The other two-thirds were lost somewhere unknown; if there ever arose a chance to piece them back together, its might would undoubtedly be extraordinary.

"Sister, I know I was wrong, so stop teasing me. I'm practically sick to my stomach over this." Cheng Yan tilted her head up in a plea, swaying her arm back and forth.