Physically I feel quite well, but mentally I feel quite like dying.

Back at the base, the four of them sat facing each other around a small table, looking at one another with solemn expressions.

"No one is allowed to let word of this out. Whoever leaks it will be a puppy and have to do two hundred push-ups," Ling Feng said, placing his hand in the center.

"Relax, since we're all sharing the same dark history, who would be foolish enough to blab? I certainly won't," Lu Tao said, placing his hand down first, as he still cared about his reputation.

Chen Min hesitated slightly, "But knowing about this..."

Nameless gazed at the stone in his hand. Half-yellow and half-black, the aura of gold and the aura of demonic energy were intertwined to the point of being inseparable, penetrating down to their very essence. This had originally been a primordial divine stone, a stone of heavy metal, but through acquired cultivation, it had fallen into the demonic path, ultimately becoming a bizarre aberration before being slain by Nameless.

Murong Xun gave Chi Yi a faint glance and asked, "Is something the matter?" Although Yingge and Yanyu stood guard outside the door, he was still able to cross through the window and enter without a sound; his martial arts were truly growing increasingly refined.

"I never believed you were that kind of person anyway, otherwise the dream in my heart would have been shattered by you," Bingyu said unceremoniously.

Old Gao offered a bitter smile. Sun Xinda? Heh, if they truly met, the man would probably fly into a rage. Given the mistakes he made back then, would they still forgive him?

Murong Xun continued her daily routine as usual—praying, eating, and sleeping. As days slipped by, two days had already passed, finally bringing the day of the Empress Dowager's birthday.

A young man dressed in purple robes stood firmly and sternly in front of Wang Yan, looking both imposing and overwhelmingly domineering. His solemn purple garments stirred without any wind. His bright pupils burned with a formidable fighting spirit. A dark-black scabbard was held diagonally across his chest, and a playful smile hung at the corner of his lips as he quietly observed the astonished Wang Yan.

The carriage from the Purple Gold Palace arrived very early. When Zhao Ling helped Murong Xun into the carriage, he still could not resist offering a few final words of warning.

Liu Qitian smiled craftily and said, "Dad, there are quite a few people this time!" He beckoned to Wu Mei, who acknowledged the gesture and turned to leave the city.

After just a moment, it grew to a length of several dozen zhang, and everyone recognized it as the Wind-Chasing Sun-Pursuing Beast. At that moment, dazzling white light shone from a second-floor window of the Washing Away the Mundane building.

"Second Brother Liu, I thought I just heard you mention that an old man once showed you great kindness. Is that true?" Song Daunwu raised his wine cup to clink it against Liu Yunchang's, taking a slight sip as he spoke, though his eyes kept secretly observing Liu Yunchang's expression.

What about his own home? What about his elderly parents and younger brother? All these questions flooded into his mind at once. When he thought of how his entire family had ultimately failed to withstand the pressure of forced demolition and had been persecuted to the point of being left homeless, Liu Yunchang's fists clenched so tightly that his joints cracked audibly.

Though the memorial had been submitted to the superiors, there had been no news whatsoever. He had no idea how long he had waited, only to finally receive the appointment of being banished to the frontier for military service.

Shi Jue shook his head. "I never expected that Guardian would resort to a mutual destruction tactic against you. This time, he stripped his bones to form needles. This poison is the innate poison of every living corpse—completely unique. The higher the level, the deadlier the poison, and it is utterly incurable." Shi Jue genuinely felt helpless.

"Phelps, what did the dragon-lizards you saw look like? Are they really that powerful?" Li Yan asked curiously.

"It's nothing." She tried to withdraw her hand, but he held it too tightly. A wave of warmth rapidly spread through her heart, and her cheeks unwittingly flushed crimson.

Hearing Fu Yitian's voice, Zhao Kuo actually began to pray in secret, hoping that Zhu Sheng would not show up.

Xiao Yan assumed she had shouted loudly to stop Meng Xin from speaking just to prevent information leakage.

The trajectory of falling leaves, the arc of treetops swaying in the wind, and even the heartbeats of everyone present seemed to vanish for a single instant.

Thinking about it, it made sense. Such an awe-inspiring event featuring such a precious world boss, only to have it exclusively enjoyed by the national server players—how could that not infuriate people?