Chapter 60: Before the Ninth Camel Bell Rings

Tao Jiang grew more and more curious as she listened. "The disappearance of an ancient land usually comes down to just a few causes, such as warfare, pestilence, or natural disasters. Is there really no elaboration in the books regarding the disappearance of Ancient Yang City?"

Qiao Ruyi shook her head. "There is only one sentence: 'It vanished overnight.'"

There was not a single extra word of speculation.

"Although we haven't explored the entire city, judging by the condition of the marketplace and residential quarters, neither warfare nor any disaster occurred when the city perished."

The streets and houses were largely...

The few of us took Qian Zhongzi as our master. Although his current abilities have reached the realm of divinity, he never wishes to become a god, and therefore can only wander everywhere searching for a way to protect the future.

"Master, now that Zhao Hanfei is dead, you can devote yourself entirely to cultivation in the future!" Yang Tian comforted.

Qin Feng was still wearing his familiar white, preppy-style suit, while Guo Xiaofeng was dressed in casual wear.

The entire ancient world, under the scorching heat of these nine crimson-flamed golden crows, was reduced to a living hell where the people could barely survive, dying of unquenchable thirst. Countless individuals, much like the animals, grass, and trees, were baked alive under the sun.

A cold snort echoed through the air as Elder Fu's figure materialized in this space. The people present stared at the apparition, utterly bewildered by what kind of spiritual entity this could possibly be and why it had appeared at such a moment.

At that time, the First Elder directly handed a slip of paper to Gu Lie. After giving him the paper, the elder turned without a backward glance and returned straight to the Feng family estate. Gu Lie and the others watched his departing figure, instantly plunging into deep thought.

For Tianyang Lu, time flowed very differently within the Dream Departure Realm compared to the outside world. One could almost say that a single year spent inside the Dream Departure Realm was equivalent to merely a single day on Earth.

"Alright, we understand. Please come this way." Before Chang Sheng could finish speaking, one of the attendants interrupted him and led him further into the jewelry store.

Though he did not understand, much like his previous breakthrough into the Aurous Core stage, perhaps this golden core was also a form of sudden enlightenment.

"Lingyun, since we're already here, why don't we also join in this Sea Flower Festival? What if Sister Yunjin comes here again?" Huo Qing persuaded from the side.

"What's so good about that? Your parents are in Lincheng—can you really make them come all the way to Haishi?" Jiang Lingxi raised an eyebrow, sensing that Yu Jiawei seemed somewhat distracted.

The waiter confirmed the menu and left. At that moment, Su Ning walked in, whispered something into Qiao Jing's ear, and then left again.

"Under a-stood, Dad. Have a safe trip and come back early." Watching her father hurry away into the rain while holding an umbrella, Cheng Yuan felt an inexplicable surge of anticipation. Would her father be able to find the store and successfully source the goods?

Han Chenghiong glared at the elder who had acted on his own initiative, and a cyan-and-white ancient sword materialized out of thin air in his hand. The hilt appeared to be carved from the spine of some exotic beast. The moment the ancient sword appeared, the swords of all the cultivators present began to hum and vibrate, trembling as if they had caught sight of a monarch among swords.

"If you ask me, Rose is the most exciting! Gorgeous and statuesque! Though Sister Na's figure seems even better!" Liu Chuang continued to roar at the top of his lungs.

So-called dead souls were the spirits of deceased people. Such spirits naturally had no fear of mortals, and some of the more formidable ones would even seek to harm them.

He could not help recalling how, more than two hundred years ago, the ancestor of that Yuanling Emperor—clearly holding absolute power over the realm and serving as regent for many years—did not dare to ascend the throne and declare himself emperor. It was only after outliving the last direct imperial bloodline of the previous dynasty that he kept a low profile and ascended the throne, still not daring to change the dynastic title, continuing to call it Da Cheng.

Meiniang was also deeply moved. Remembering the time she received her inheritance in Liuxi Town, the feeling of Liuxu waiting for her must have been similar to this master's wife's feelings. It had been quite a while since she last saw him; she wondered how he was doing now.

The rainy weather made the prison damp and gloomy, and the nights were piercingly cold. Kong Yuan could only once again pull Lu Lian tightly into her arms.