Go in my place for me.

This is the Cemetery of Divine and Demonic Glyphs, the place where the mythic world first came into being.

The Cemetery of Divine and Demonic Glyphs is an ancient and enigmatic existence. It is said that it once served as the burial ground for a Glyph Emperor who fell in battle, and thus, many formidable creatures of glyph and spirit now lie in eternal slumber here. The oppressive aura they emit, even in sleep, is enough to strike terror into the bravest hearts.

“The Cemetery of Divine and Demonic Glyphs…” Bai Zongnan murmured softly.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a strange yet familiar voice whispering in his ear.

Archmage Red let out a heavy sigh. He stretched out his arm, offering the scroll, but Gui Gui was still lost in the curse of the Coin Mirror and Raisa. Seeing this, Red released his grip and let the scroll roll onto the ground, preparing to turn and leave.

He Panyi briefly explained to Li Yao the methods and means of conducting underground trades in Dunhuang, as well as how to contact buyers.

In doing so, the Giant Spirit King forgot something crucial: since Ruan Yang himself had already been through such an ordeal once, how could he possibly fall for the same trick again?

The bitter struggle between the Li brothers ultimately ended in tragedy, and the result—unimaginable to all—was that a mere princess ended up seizing all power.

He felt he needed to look once more; the less he understood, the more he ought to observe and ponder.

Last time, she knew the other party hadn’t played their trump card, but then again, neither had she.

This wasn’t a matter of her favoring romance over friendship… No, those two weren’t even her friends to begin with, were they? Especially Lin Feng—he was an enemy; there was no need to even consider the order of priorities.

Coin Mirror nodded and followed Mary out of the tavern. Snow was falling outside, and the steam produced by the city barely had a chance to drift from the depressions before it turned into snowflakes and fell again, so this place was always blanketed in snow. The snow here was not made of water alone; it also carried chemical substances from the combustion chambers, giving it a faint chemical hue.

Everyone looked to where she pointed. There, a high wooden scaffold loomed, the heavy execution blade already lowered, its edge marred by flecks of dark, dried blood.

“So, you’ve joined the next table too?” Sun Rong, seeing that Yang Kai had been on the phone the entire time, asked directly.

With an army of a million on the east wind, this was where the fate of three kingdoms was decided. He held a suit of armor in his hands. For a moment, he could hear the clamor of voices and horses, his heart surging with fighting spirit as if he’d returned to the western front, astride a gallant steed, spear in hand, ready to charge through thousands.

But where did his ten taels of silver come from? How did he buy over a thousand peonies? And where is he now?

Yet in these ten years, this third-layer formation had been tightly encircled by the cultivators of Mount Yu and the demon practitioners of the Louvre Palace. Aside from Jian Yi, who was uniquely gifted, who else could pass through the formation’s core and enter the fourth layer?

Lin Feng had considered this possibility, so he hadn’t shaken off the generals trailing him. Instead, he chose to bring them along to the “Heaven’s Pit”—to make use of their combined force.

“Time is short, so I won’t play games with you,” Lin Feng said with a light chuckle. He clasped his hands together, forming a strange gesture before his chest, then thrust them outward. The Fearless Lion Seal burst forth at once.

“Calm down? How could I not? No matter where I go, it’s always these same people—only now the Sage has joined us,” Zhao Zhen replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

But though he spoke so lightly, inwardly he was delighted. The Awuko Puppet was stronger than him, which made him uneasy. Now that Nightflower had buried it, it suited his wishes perfectly.

They continued to lead the league standings, and after a recent slump, the Cleveland Cavaliers had rallied once again.

As for the city lords and their deputies before him, all possessed bodies of the fusion realm. Naturally, they had no need for food, and to slight Lin Feng over such a trivial matter was truly to disregard him entirely.

What baffled Bu Jingyun most was that, though he fainted only after succumbing to the Soul-Stirring Incense, upon waking, his strength had not returned, yet it seemed no one had sealed his vital energy while he was unconscious.