Chapter 2174: Sea of Afterglow

The Human World

Since Liaochen was ready to depart, the three immediately left the cave dwelling and flew towards Heart Lake. They were currently in the southern part of the sacred land, with Heart Lake to their north. If all went well, it would still take about twenty days to reach it. They had chosen to rendezvous at Mount Fenghuo because it was roughly the same distance from the secret realm they initially intended to visit.

The three flew side by side, with Qin Sang and Liuli positioning Liaochen between them. They also roused the Celestial Eye Butterflies to keep watch, ready to decisively detour if they sensed any sign of danger.

This was the title Song Duanwu had been waiting for; it would allow him to rightfully become Wang Jianhua's superior and officially take over Sophia.

He painfully closed his eyes, trying to erase that smiling face from his mind, but the more he tried, the more clearly it was imprinted there.

However, Xiao Yan noticed something was amiss. Within his own space, not even the slightest anomaly could escape his perception.

As scions of noble families, even if they weren't well acquainted, they would still exchange a few polite remarks when speaking. This was what Li Yan referred to as "false pleasantries." However, what Christine had just said contained truth within the pleasantries, making Peter and the others feel very comfortable.

"No particular reason," Zhao Gan replied straightforwardly. "People naturally strive for higher positions, just as water flows downwards. Hongguang is a very powerful company; anyone aspiring to work in advertising flocks to it, and I'm no exception. I felt my abilities were sufficient, so I came."

"Lord Yu," I asked, raising my head towards Yu Shilong, who was riding hard, "does this mean the food we're delivering this time is for the soldiers at the border?"

So when Xing Shaoqing's hazy, drunken eyes occasionally lingered on the attractive faces and figures of the warming-up girls, Cheng Lulu had already noticed the tell-tale signs.

After all, it was a large corporation, and its official website was quite impressive. The company profile was presented in an exquisite foldable window, filled with nothing but various boasts about expanding into this in a certain year or developing that in another. Zhao Gan, of course, was too lazy to read it.

A broad forehead, clear, distinct eyes, a straight nose, perfectly curved lips of just the right fullness, and a neatly trimmed short hairstyle—this handsome face indeed belonged to Ye Chengzhi. But why had the tenderness once in his eyes now completely vanished?

All of this indicates that the tradition of sacrificing to the ancestor Huangdi (Yellow Emperor) has a long history in China throughout its dynasties. During the Anti-Japanese War, on the Qingming Festival in 1937, the Shaan-Gan-Ning Border Region Government also held a grand ceremony to worship Huangdi's mausoleum.

If Long Yun'er's strangeness hadn't been obvious before, now not only Xu Xiruo and Song Jia but more people had noticed her abnormality. Before everyone could fall into doubt, someone spoke up to explain.

Miao Miao looked at the old captain fearlessly. As soon as she first saw him, she had recognized the old man's identity from his attire.

Long Yun'er, once again verbose, clearly explained all the causes and effects. After Xiao Feng learned that this long corridor was where Song Yunxin had experimented with developing artificial intelligence, the strange feeling in his heart quietly subsided a little.

I don't know, but I only know that what the driver just said must have resonated with you all.

Looking around, it was pitch dark, impossible to see one's hand in front of their face. In places where the wolf-eye headlamp couldn't reach, a fierce ghost could potentially leap out.

However, we were deceived by this divine being's head. Our mental energy was continuously being absorbed by it. If it absorbed enough, this entity might even recover.

Xu Nian sat there cross-legged, seemingly absorbing the supreme immortal essence stone in his hand to restore the true essence lost from his body.

The bullet missed, but the round, foul-smelling corpse's head rolled several meters on the ground.

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