Volume One, Chapter 35: The Motionless Pocket Watch

“Reproduction, poisonous mist?” After reading the little spider’s abilities, Montage fell into deep thought. Scenes from the cathedral surfaced in his mind—those overwhelming swarms of spiders that could drive anyone with a fear of crowds to their doom. Unlike snail swarms, the spiders spun silk and carried deadly venom.

Night One’s black fur seemed almost bashful; though it was impossible to tell if the feline’s face was flushed, its oversized, blind eyes betrayed a hint of confusion.

“Hello!” Miao Yuer spoke, startling Luo Jinyu. She timidly hid behind Beichen.

Half an hour later, the four had reached a desolate wasteland, far from any sign of life. Carrying Night One in her arms, Ju Sen Tao was surprised to find that Night One didn’t resist or scratch her face as expected.

The appearance of the “Star-Moon Temple” was tantamount to announcing the arrival of the Star-Moon Divine Order, which would inevitably attract countless greedy eyes. This was a consequence that Shi Tian had never imagined.

A shadow flickered; clearly, this soul being was no ordinary entity. Its level was at least comparable to a Soul Commander. Ordinary soul beings lacked form—they were mere spirits. Only those who had cultivated to a certain height could manifest a soul body that cast a shadow like a living person.

Bai Wu Qian wasted no time. After calming her mind, she released her Battle Soul: the Blue Flame Blood Vine. Sitting cross-legged, she slowly absorbed the blue flames within the icy fire, cultivating her power.

Liu Tian was seized by a sudden impulse—he wasn’t sure why. When he saw the four characters for “World’s Divine Calculation,” his finger pointed at the character for “Heaven.” Liu Che immediately started making calculations.

For example, the Thunder Path for close combat had transformed into various techniques, each more formidable than before.

Liu Yangxi teased Liu Yangxin, then dragged me out of the side hall to wander around the Shadow Gate’s mountain. Liu Yangxi knew every corner well, whereas I, a disciple of Shadow Gate, seemed like an outsider. She took it upon herself to introduce me to her sect.

This is why Jian Chen now appears the perfect gentleman, why he never vies for victory, why his conduct is guided by principle and an overwhelming arrogance.

Most critically, in the territories governed by the Han Empire, railroads had begun to be laid.

He recalled their first meeting—Lu Yuanshuang had thought he meant her harm and had thrown a pillow at him.

“This is wonderful—a double blessing!” As a member of the Black Ice Guard, Lin Jie naturally knew about the princess. They’d long been searching for the lost princess among the masses, a daunting task.

“Why are you still using the official entrance?” The security guard glanced at Cheng Nuo’s school trousers and, for Ling Ming’s sake, let him in.

“What method?” Imhotep asked urgently. No sooner had the words left his lips than his expression shifted several times, and he sighed, resigned to hearing whatever Murong Chen would suggest.

The deserters scattered in all directions. Some had already reached the shore and, once ashore, darted about like headless flies.

Milk Chubby stared wide-eyed at what Qin Cheng produced—it was his master’s medicine jar!

Moreover, the bet was his idea. Without his scheme, Wu Judge could never have obtained the City God Order, proving his cunning surpassed Wu Judge’s.

Their martial arts depended on personal meditation, connecting with the primordial ancestor of all gods. The more often they communed, the greater their own strength became.