92 A Bright Moon Hanging in the Sky

Cheng Kanyunmo laughed in fury. As the master of Two-Dragon Mountain and a peak early Core Formation expert, how could he allow anyone to threaten him like this? And the other party was only a mere late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

“Who am I? Cheng Kanyunmo, have you forgotten who I am?” Feng Tianen said coldly. “After today, Two-Dragon Mountain will become history, and I will replace Cheng Kanyunmo as the new chief!”

“Arrogant!” Cheng Kanyunmo flew into a rage.

His lifespan was already nearing its limit, with only a few years left to live. He was still only at the late Incarnation Realm, some distance from the peak, and in all likelihood would never break through to the Incarnation Realm’s summit in his lifetime.

“Could it be that this purple great seal is the Heaven-Suppressing Seal left behind by the legendary Ancestor Qingxu?” Mo Ning was shaken to the core. The more he looked at the purple seal, the more it resembled the famed ninth-tier treasure the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, renowned throughout the world.

The Eye of Heaven formation, if completed, required nine mid-grade spirit stones as its core; and that was only the beginning. In addition, a number of other spirit stones would still be needed. The Xu family truly did seem fair.

The Nine-Tailed Earth Scorpion in the Chaos Land was the same: whenever it discovered a Demon-Calamity Rift, it would use its innate divine power to seal the rift and then draw it into its own body.

Yorkson Manor had been burglarized. Director Tom personally took charge and quickly solved the case. The thief had fled, but the traces left behind at the scene proved that the culprit was one of the Blue Star people.

“No need, no need. You go on. Your ritual is important—do it however you were planning to do it, and don’t let me delay you.” He spoke with utter sincerity.

Su Ji could never have imagined that the mysterious old shopkeeper Tong would give him a Sumeru ring filled with jewels and antiques, in other words, wealth worth a Sumeru ring.

Duna was the first to react. She immediately directed the staff at the center of the work platform to strengthen the defenses and shock absorption of the other energy-conversion pits in sequence; if this explosion affected the other pits, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Who says there isn’t? You just can’t see it—the invisibility cloak of that damned old purple immortal. Or else you saw it and said nothing because you were too afraid to admit it in front of me.

Seeing this, Yonglincheng frowned slightly. He did not remember those two being acquainted with Mo Ning. Besides, he had often heard of the Black and White Fiends, and they were certainly no good people.

In Chen Yi’s private room at Clear Wind Tower, the place was crowded today, unlike its usual quiet. Chen Yi was naturally among them, entertaining some people he had only recently met, or had not known for very long.

With a thunderous shock, the wisps of black smoke formed from the man in black robes surged outward like a gale sweeping away the clouds, instantly drifting far into the distance.

“So what we need to do now is believe whatever he believes and then do whatever he does. Whatever he says goes. Try to appease him; there’s no need to waste your breath arguing with him. The important thing is that no matter how much you say, he won’t listen.” Ouyang Ying continued her analysis.

Looking at the slightly changed woodshed, Wang Xingxin picked up the millet cake and the egg, wondering whether he should eat the millet cake first or the egg first.

Amid the chaos, Cui Chengxiu saw that Xia Yun had already left. He came out and stood on the second floor to watch. When Poison Wolf saw Cui Chengxiu appear on the second floor, he knew Xia Yun was already gone. He made a feint with his blade, quickly turned and withdrew from the fight, slipping away in the confusion.

Back then, before Li Shimin died of illness, he was still clear-minded and had left behind an edict declaring that the throne would pass to Crown Prince Li Zhi, with Changsun Ji, Chu Suiliang, and several other trusted ministers to assist him. But Li Zhi had been bedridden and unconscious for a long time, leaving no chance to draft another edict. The ministers, weeping bitterly, could only watch as they waited to see how Wu Zetian would next announce the crown prince’s accession.

Luo Cheng had no time to think further. His left hand gripped the scabbard and his right hand held the sword. Although the blade had already been drawn, the scabbard was still trying to force it back into place, so he was still resisting that pull.