Chapter 138: Transcendence

Manman muttered to herself, as if a sudden thought had occurred to her.
"The big sister said she would come to play with me again tomorrow," she whispered.
"Did she give you anything?" Lu Qingqing asked, her voice tight with anxiety. That person was far more terrifying than she had imagined. If anything were to happen to her daughter, she would surely lose her mind. Manman scratched her head, her face full of childlike innocence, and reached out her hand...
Since it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, both Sister Mei and Yang Mengmeng were relatively free, and they began discussing plans to go out shopping.
As the blade left its sheath, Liang Hao found that for one-on-one combat, this heavy sword felt much more natural and balanced in his hand than the Black Gold Staff.
The boy said nothing, following me as we squeezed our way inside. Once we entered the cabin, we both let out a sigh of relief. We found an inconspicuous spot to sit; the cabin was partitioned off from the control console, so the staff remained out of sight.
Suddenly, the Goddess Wa began weaving profound hand seals, and waves of mysterious, primordial creative power lifted all thirty-six thousand five hundred and one giant boulders into the air.
For a moment, everyone was enveloped in a sense of ease, and no one felt any lingering fear regarding the King of All Demons.
Mu Kedi looked directly at Mo Jianyu and Huang Meiyin, the latter of whom shifted her gaze away, looking somewhat guilty.
After shaking his head for a moment, he turned to leave; he had to find the fool and return with him to rescue the Tower Master.
She couldn't help but think that such a handsome man, driving such a car and working in the animation department of the Su Corporation, would be a catch; if she could win his favor, she would have nothing to worry about after graduation.
The millions of demon beasts in the Demon Spirit Realm were swept by this overwhelming pressure, causing them all to collapse in fear and trembling, emitting low, whimpering cries.
Flowers, grass, and trees swayed gently to the melody. Others in the villa heard the beautiful flute music, paused in surprise, and immediately set aside their tasks to head toward the balcony below Ye Mo's room.
Her actions not only startled the three children but also left Shen Ying'er and Lai Wang feeling completely bewildered.
Although Dai Lin had saved Ge Niancheng at the critical moment, the latter could not fathom his true intentions; thus, the thanks Ge Niancheng offered were truly insincere.
Lin Yuan slapped the information transmitter behind his head hard, but there was still no response.
Lin Yuan was deeply conflicted, fully aware of the immense value of the Crimson Flame Spleen held in his hand.
Following the location provided by Lin Qing, he slipped into the Imperial Palace from the zero-dimension and easily discovered the crystalline Water Spirit Pearl in the secret underground chamber. The pure water elemental energy was so potent that merely holding it made him feel as if he were submerged in an ocean, the very air around him turning damp and salty.
Upon hearing this, the figure finally reacted, reaching into his robes to produce a glowing crystal ball.
Ye Qiu'er saw that the Hu Ling grass looked as if it were carved from ice and silver. Even before she touched it, she felt a wave of coolness and a lingering, refreshing fragrance. Just a faint whiff was enough to invigorate her spirit, and she knew it was a rare immortal herb. However, she was still nursing her anger; how could she accept a favor from Zhang Ruyun? As a fragrant breeze stirred, the beauty turned her jade neck away.
They were equipped with refined weapons and uniform masks that not only concealed their faces but also modulated their voices. These specialized masks seemed to stay cool in summer and warm in winter, and were of such high quality that an ordinary person could not easily remove them.
Qiao Qi was the only son of the famous entertainment mogul, Director Chen. At thirty-eight years old, he had finally decided to give up his life as a bachelor and marry an ordinary music teacher.
After saying this, Mo Zixuan lost all interest in shopping, turned around, and walked away with long, purposeful strides.
Bu Tinghe’s face turned pale; she knew she had spoken out of turn, but seeing Shen Ninghua excused and seated nearby, the resentment in her eyes was nearly impossible to contain.