Chapter 142: Send Them All to the Military Base

With a patient in tow, the three of them emerged from underground an hour later. As they lifted the tunnel exit, a cloud of dust billowed up, causing all three to cough several times.

When Principal Zhou shook hands with the head of Mingu Military Academy, Ye Tian sensed a sudden sharp aura emanating from the Mingu principal.

“What’s the big deal? Could it be much heavier? Besides, you’re holding it lightly anyway,” Yu Feifei teased, seeing Tao Ran hand back the statue. Smiling softly, she took the statue carefully with both hands for safety.

The two large mastiffs seemed to enjoy the crowd’s attention. Though confined within a net cage, they appeared indifferent, even somewhat proud. Meanwhile, Young Master Long and Miss Long already seemed aware of who had captured them and remained silent.

Curious, I watched as Sterling had the staff project an image onto the screen. This time I saw clearly—a place strewn with collapsed tables and boards, painted with patches of various shades, some deep, some faint. Just as I tried to discern the exact colors, a figure swiftly flashed across the frame.

The pure white robes and serene eyes represented, in their eyes, the ultimate lifelong pursuit.

He had to halt his steps, a faint tingling creeping across his scalp, a premonition of impending trouble.

Close to ten o’clock, the usually slow-witted Tao Ran finally noticed Shu Dan’s unease and immediately stood up.

Ling Hao had no idea that his inadvertent exhalation could cause such a stir. At the peak of the sixth layer of the Tiangang realm, his breath could kill, but to create such a profoundly shocking scene was impossible.

Feng Lan emerged from afar, daring not to approach, content to watch from a distance, satisfied simply to glimpse the man’s face.

Back at the manor, Cang Luocheng reviewed the roster several times, committing it firmly to memory before ordering a brazier brought. With his own hands, he burned the list to ashes.

After a moment, he lifted his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Watching the stone door open halfway, I lost patience, stepped back, took a running start, and kicked the door with a resounding thud.

A scorching solar flame burst forth from Zhang Ye’s hands, incinerating the masked man completely.

“Lord Uriel! Behind them, we’ve detected enemy reinforcements!” an Atlantis soldier ran to Ye Huan’s side to report.

Three seconds later, I distinctly felt the Black Impermanence supporting me begin to tremble.

The Mark of the Way was a symbol the Great Emperor carved from the traces of time, a fusion of destiny’s marks drawn from the river of fate and his own path.

Miqi watched Angel and Song Tianji chatting and laughing, sighing inwardly before returning to the conversation.

Yet their teammates around them looked on in disbelief as the two seemed possessed, firing indiscriminately at everything around. Two comrades were even petrified by their onslaught.

The Limit of the Profound Yin Body originated from within me, not from the Heavenly Dao. Even when the limit arrived, it wouldn’t cause great harm—so why change locations?

Thinking this, Chen Xu glanced at the stern-faced Zhao Jingwen beside him. He was eager to know what past relationship his beloved Zhao Jingwen had shared with the man before him.

At that moment, Xintian was deep beneath the symbiotic realm. The earth energy there was unimaginably abundant, and a great influx of pure earth force, drawn by the earth-born fish within Xintian’s body, surged naturally toward Xintian’s spiritual lake.