120 Steps to Godhood

The Cemetery of the Divine Primordial Venerables is an ancient and mysterious place. It is said to be the final resting place of a fallen Primordial Venerable, and thus, it holds the remains of many immensely powerful beings. The sheer pressure emanating from them even in their eternal slumber is enough to strike terror into the hearts of any who approach.

"The Cemetery of the Divine Primordial Venerables..." Bai Zongnan murmured.

Just then, a voice—strange yet oddly familiar—suddenly echoed in his ear: "We have waited far too long for this day. Today..."

"Feilong, you’re brilliant! With a move like that, we’re bound to bag a red boar next time we head out." Another, sharper voice chimed in as a young man with a bizarre shock of green hair emerged from the camouflaged woods.

"Assistant Lin." The two receptionists were startled by the sudden voice, but their expressions softened once they recognized who it was.

Mother Li’s single-minded defense of Su Na was built upon the foundation of trampling her own son’s dignity into the dust.

"I suppose you could say that." It was he who had ordered someone to drug Han Xu and Lan Qi, leading to their intimate encounter at the nightclub, which was captured by netizens and had now become common knowledge.

"Hiding away with Fei'er like this isn't a solution, and you can't go on living in this ambiguous state forever," Tong Dong said, finally voicing all his concerns in one breath.

Although neither of them had returned to school, the news of the Gao-Lu marriage alliance was already spreading like wildfire—a feat that certainly owed much to the efforts of Bai Xiaoya and Chu Lin'er.

Shangguan Qianyu frowned slightly, attempting to break free, but found she could not. She could only wear a faint smile, her gaze burning as she stared at Imperial Consort Yue.

In the world today, aside from those who hunted privately, there were very few stable sources of crystal cores in private hands. Furthermore, one look at this box of cores confirmed that the leader of the Wing-Spreading Gang was not lying; he could indeed guarantee the quality of the cores in his possession.

His prediction was correct: the world operates on the principle of survival of the fittest. Though his heart ached at the dwindling numbers, he understood that this selection process was inevitable.

She had never interfered in Xu Yan’s affairs, so Jiang Xiyan was right—whether she lived or died had nothing to do with her.

"Unlikely. Though Jiang Lu is arrogant and accustomed to being willful, she would never do anything detrimental to the thousand-year reign." Yang Jia-hua dismissed the notion resolutely, his face radiating uprightness, which caused Qian Qiyao to raise his brows and look at him with some displeasure.

"Everything is prepared. This time it’s all fresh and tender; I guarantee the Chief will be satisfied," said the tall, muscular man, who wore only a single braid and was stripped to the waist.

Qin Xiqian turned her head and actually managed to put on an expression of someone about to cry, a sight that made it impossible for anyone to stay angry at her.

The world is so cold and fickle; how lucky one must be to have someone willing to walk alongside them.

Why did he have to appear before her at the very moment she longed to see him most? If only he hadn't shown up, she wouldn't be suffering like this, her love for him deepening even further.

Shen Jun stopped tending to his wounds. Seeing the two guys chatting and noticing a pile of wild fruit nearby—which he guessed had been picked by Hua Qianmo—his stomach began to growl.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. Jun Ninglan frowned slightly, glanced upward, and formed a plan. With a leap, he hid himself among the rafters, holding his breath.

The plastic surgery back then had been poorly executed, leaving his face with an odd, unnatural look. At twenty-six or twenty-seven, he had never been able to find a partner.

Zhang Tie remarked that this spot was excellent: there were bridges, roads, a village, and hills. Though the bamboo grove wasn't dense and the trees hadn't fully matured, the variety was good, and those few jujube trees were quite nice.

He Zao had been worried about Lian Qiao, glancing toward the outside two or three times while they spoke. Chen Shi found it strange and asked her about it.

In his letter, Xiling Mo seemed to assume that the Crown Princess would certainly agree. Her reaction, however, caught him off guard; he had believed that this Princess Kejing would never want to relinquish her position as Crown Princess.