Chapter 163 Haven't you also given me a 'status'?

Mo Qinghan slowly raised her hand to stroke He Yurou's head, her eyes mixed with an indescribable complexity. Weren't the two of them once just as close in the beginning? Later on, because of a man, He Yurou had wished she could rot in hell early on. Yet now, it seemed as though they had "reconciled" once more, bound by this unrighteous familial tie.

She turned her head slightly to look at He Zheyu, who was still standing there. The bitter smile at the corner of her mouth held far too much unspoken emotion. Seeing that bitter smile, a surge of guilt and self-reproach instantly welled up in He Zheyu's heart... Back then, he had placed all the blame solely on Zhao Yiya. In truth, deep down, he had always suspected that all of this was tied to He Yurou, but his own selfish desires had driven him to...

Along with the emergency room's

"Divine Sky, this is my father, Baili Wufeng, the patriarch of the Baili family!" At this moment, Baili Dengfeng introduced his father to Divine Sky once again.

That was a recruitment drive open only to hunters who had mastered Nen abilities, and the number of applicants had already exceeded two hundred, the majority of whom were amateur hunters.

"Senior, what do you mean by that? Is the Master actually alive or not?" Luo Hun asked anxiously, a look of desperation covering his face.

Sound, light, electricity, and magnetism—merely through a shift in perspective, Madara was able to perceive so many formless forces.

Grasping the intricacies of human affairs was something reserved for high-level beings on the level of the Primal Ancestor, yet Yang Yu now felt as though he was beginning to comprehend them, finding the human touch in this world far more fascinating.

"Such a marvel?" Yang Yu exclaimed in astonishment, unable to resist stepping forward to examine the mound of earth closely. It was only then that he realized the mound was actually composed of sands of varying coarseness, yet these sands were viscous, as if coated in some external substance, and emitted a pungent odor.

Outside the room, Nie Yuntian, his wife, his adopted son Xiang Zuo, and Elder Zhou were all waiting anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Bai Feng's expression changed drastically. If that were true, the Hall of Rules becoming the ninth major power was practically just around the corner. The moment a supreme being at the Primordial Ancestral Sovereign realm emerged, the Hall of Rules would instantly ascend to become the ninth great faction. The audience beneath the stage also gasped in astonishment upon hearing Xuantian's words.

Zhou Xingyun beckoned, motioning for the pure and flawless beauty to sit on his lap. Tang Yuanying hurriedly nodded and slipped into his arms, looking pitiful and endearing.

At this moment, in the real world, as nine different rays of light pierced into the stone statue of Goddess Houtu, Love, having accepted the entirety of the heritage, began its ultimate convergence.

Then, Yang剑 finally learned what true stability meant—it was simply anchoring his feet firmly to the flying sword before executing all sorts of high-difficulty aerial maneuvers.

What kind of realm could allow one to survive for ten thousand or even tens of thousands of years? Could it be the existence of someone surpassing a Nascent Soul powerhouse?

"The map is clear, but how are we supposed to get out? We aren't going to end up trapped to death in this place, are we?" Ge Yunsong furrowed his brow.

Upon hearing the voice, the clansmen all turned pale. They whipped their heads around to look at the father and son, pointing with trembling fingers toward the front and speaking in extremely hushed tones.

Meanwhile, Luo Tian was suffering even more intensely. Within his mind, massive characters of "Resentment" continuously corroded his consciousness. His glazed shield expanded infinitely, but under the relentless onslaught of one "Resentment" character after another, it was forced back step by step, teetering on the verge of shattering.

He threw punches, striking the wooden stake before him as sweat poured down like rain. Although the blows struck the stake with loud thuds, there was not the slightest trace of damage; it stood firm and unwavering just as before.

Just as poison island Saeko made her move, in another corner of the world, the fleet admiral who was currently in a standoff with that high-tier divine flame demon felt the formidable power unleashed by poison island Saeko.

Fortunately, Yun Yu possessed an inherently resilient mind and a steady disposition, so he did not display any unusual reactions despite returning empty-handed.

"Why is Senior Brother Wang looking for me? What's the rush?" Xia Mingfeng halted his steps, looking at Wang Jue, who was running up from behind, while turning the question over in his mind.

Aolong came to a halt. "This is the place." Yang Jian glanced around; there was nothing out of the ordinary, not even the three-dimensional volumetric network indicating any difference.