"Tell the event organizer that the prayer ceremony will be delayed by two hours. To fill the gap in the hall, start with a meal together. Make the guests as comfortable as possible until the Master arrives in the main hall!" Her commands were clear and practical, born of years managing sect affairs."Yes, ma'am!" Gu Tao bowed deeply before departing.Gu Tao left and gave instructions according to Mrs. Rong's orders to the elder who was organizing the party in the hall. Meanwhile, Mrs. Rong waited anxiously in her room, pacing like a caged tiger, wondering what news could bring a half immortal to their doorstep on this of all days.Although the sun was not yet directly overhead, its rays were able to penetrate the gaps and crevices in the Magnolia Forest on Ice Island Sect. The woman stood with her back to Master Peng Fai, her posture elegant as a crane preparing for flight. Her jet black hair appeared dark and mystical, complementing her silk cloak emblazoned with lotus flowers, a sym

On a beautiful day when the sky stretched endlessly blue, a surprising phenomenon appeared on the Silver Screening Continent. The heavens themselves seemed to announce that something extraordinary was unfolding above the mortal realm.At that time, there was an old, wrinkled farmer named Kong who was diligently farming on fertile land in the southern part of the continent. He heard the voice of his daughter, Ning, screaming with a mixture of excitement and fear, her young voice carrying across the fields."Father, look! On the horizon, there is a white cloud floating like a mysterious dragon, moving swiftly from south to north!" shouted Ning, a twelve year old girl whose eyes were fixed in amazement at the strange phenomenon in the sky. Ning usually brought lunch for her father at this time of day, carrying a basket woven from bamboo strips and filled with rice and vegetables.Kong then raised his head after wiping the sweat from his forehead with a rough, calloused hand. This kind of

"The Moon Sword, the sacred artifact created by the Great Elf in the past, is no longer worthy of being in your possession, sullied by your mixed blood. You should hand over the Moon Sword to me. The sacred sword will be more powerful in the hands of our ruler, the Supreme Immortal who knows its true purpose!" His demand carried the weight of assumed authority.Azazel sneered, his beautiful face twisting with ugly superiority. The expression revealed the cruelty beneath angelic features."Look. At a critical moment like this, even your husband cannot appear in this mortal world to save you. Only a ruler can open the gates of Heaven for all immortal beings in Wonderland, and those gates remain sealed against him. You have only one choice now, hand over the Moon Sword to me, and I will allow that fragment of your soul to live on, showing mercy you do not deserve." The offer was poison wrapped in false kindness.Azazel's words instantly froze Ye Bing Qing's blood, cold reality washing ov

Since she was young, Ye Bing Qing has focused more on training and cultivating spiritual energy rather than martial qi. She is highly skilled in performing magical actions and battles using spiritual power, her talents lying in the realm of the mind rather than the body.Unfortunately, this opponent was an immortal from Wonderland, who possessed strange immortal level qi energy abilities beyond mortal comprehension. Ye Bing Qing's mastery of spiritual combat arts was useless against an immortal like Azazel, whose physical cultivation towered above hers like a mountain over a hill.Ye Bing Qing trembled as she reached into her storage ring with shaking fingers and pulled out a small tube. She stared at the object in her hand with a trembling heart, knowing what it represented and what it would cost."This Afterlife Energy Booster Pill will trigger my power to become equal to the power of the Eternal!" Ye Bing Qing thought anxiously, her mind racing with possibilities and consequences.

During Shi Chen's Yin period, when the tiger energy began to seek prey in the hours between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m. in the Forbidden Forest, Southern City Region of the Silver Screening Continent. The time of day when shadows were deepest and the boundary between life and death grew thin as morning mist.The female figure walked unsteadily through the ancient trees, each step a battle against failing strength. She staggered like one drunk, though her condition spoke of injuries far more severe. Her face was pale and looked haggard, drained of the vitality that had once made her legendary.Her skin had a white hue like the moon in winter, cold and luminous. It should be noted that this whiteness was not the result of beauty treatments, but rather the result of her critical health condition, the pallor of one whose qi had been nearly completely exhausted.She walked through the Pine Forest, a remote forest area south of South City, hundreds of kilometers away from the hustle and bustle of th