A splitting headache—taking a day to rest and recover.

Ling Yun smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders, trying hard to appear at ease, yet the weight in his heart remained undeniable.

Various attributes and unimaginable powers surrounded the place where Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had vanished. The sun, moon, and stars each represented two fundamental forces of the world and two vital energies of living beings, forcibly suppressing Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

He was indeed angry, but not at anyone present; his fury was directed at his royal uncle, Prince Xiangrui, who had feigned illness to skip the morning court. How could his uncle so callously treat the people as mere grass, colluding with foreign enemies to attack their own country and slaughter their citizens?

Sure enough, Wenren Zhe’ao ordered most of the people to stay behind, instructing them to hold off the Soul-Cutting Demon Sect. If they performed well, all the secret manuals and treasures here would be theirs to take freely.

Before Mu Feng could take a closer look at the scene outside the elevator, Cheng Lan grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out, forcing him to follow begrudgingly.

Ling Yun began to hear Zuo Chen’s words growing urgent. Then, due to their proximity, he caught a strange fragrance emanating from Zuo Chen, signaling that he had secretly deployed covert guards. Instantly, his anxiety eased, replaced by a sense of relief.

Like a mischievous sprite, his gaze flickered subtly, teasing the hearts of every man in the hall below. The sharp glint in his eyes was barely noticeable, but the man who stubbornly kept his eyes glued to the wine table without sparing him a glance irritated Ling Yun. Biting his thin lips, he held back his frustration.

Fu Yuanzhou was not the biological son of the former Emperor Yuheng, but rather the son of the Seventh Emperor Fu Zheng.

I stepped slowly out of the palace, a vague sorrow overwhelming me. Gao Changgong’s fate, once he returned to the Great Qi, was bleak at best. Regarding the Snow Empress’s affair, he could hardly escape the charge of betraying the sovereign. Even with the enemy at the gates, Gao Wei’s nature would not allow him to relent easily.

As for Jinlun, the sight was truly horrifying—his limbs were all severed, his neck twisted, and the pupils in his eyes were gone, leaving only the whites. Yet still, he wore a cold sneer. This... this monster was seemingly unkillable.

Xisting’s form split into two, then four, then eight, like dividing cells, completely surrounding the Phantom Rider of Vengeance in the center. Yet no attack came. Given the Phantom Rider’s recent restraint, she too chose to reveal some truths.

Without the aid of the intelligent system, his combat effectiveness was undoubtedly diminished, prompting him to consider how best to solve this problem.

Jiang Shu saw this clearly. Moreover, if Atlante could think of it, so could she. Then why deliberately place herself in such a perilous position?

“Come! Let me show you what true strength is. Formations and spirit cultivation are mere external aids; true invincibility lies in one’s own power,” Yuan Xin declared, adopting a stance as he faced Tang Feng.

In a flash of memory, Milami suddenly recalled the young junior she had admired during military academy days. She pointed at the man before her in disbelief.

Ximen Chuixue understood at last. No wonder after thirty moves, Dugu Yihe became disordered—his internal energy was insufficient.

Walking through a dilapidated corridor, a ruinous mess scattered about, Lin Xiu moved under flickering lights, his mind unwavering. Perhaps corpses lay not far ahead, but now was not the time for concern.

As the monk Zhiguang struck, the intelligent device conjured a jade-green protective shield, then wielded a radiant golden wooden fish-shaped talisman and a golden demon-subduing staff about three meters long, attacking the black-robed Xing Zhixia.

Xiu Yi let out a startled cry. A roaring fierce wind instantly swept like an ice dragon, dissipating the fiery wall in moments.

“Why is Senior Uncle so heartless? When he once strayed into darkness, Master Changmei deeply regretted it. Even when capturing Senior Uncle, Master Changmei never intended to... His hope was that Senior Uncle would one day turn back to the righteous path and revive the Heavenly Dao. Why can’t Senior Uncle understand Master Changmei’s heartfelt intentions?”

After a long while, the old arborist finally returned from those ancient memories, steadying himself to speak earnestly to Tang Fei.

“That place seems intriguing—” a cold, desolate voice echoed through the realm. The mysterious middle-aged man vanished into the void in an instant.

In truth, the Queen Mother of the West had long arrived here, silently observing them from the shadows. After watching for some time, she realized that the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother and others had not come to West Kunlun Mountain for her, which brought a great relief to her heart.

Within the whirlpool, a figure plummeted swiftly. The flying boneless beasts instinctively dived, catching Tian Yi securely. A gush of blood spilled from Tian Yi’s mouth as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Looking for me? I’m the one you seek—Lu Lin.” Lu Lin made no resistance when seized, instead smiling warmly.

Tang Fei staggered backward, and Huang Qifa was in no better shape. Even a spiritual king’s strength was no match for Tang Fei’s physical prowess. In a single clash, Huang Qifa was sent hurtling dozens of meters away.

More deadly still was the palm pressed onto Haotian’s chest. No need to look closely—Xin Jiao knew at once that Haotian’s ribs were broken in at least four places, and his internal organs had likely shifted.