Chapter Forty-Two: The Past in Dreams

Jiang Zhuo dreamed again.

It seemed to be a scene from a former life.

In the tranquil world, great flakes of snow drifted down, and the familiar red walls of Bianjing were buried beneath a thick blanket of white.

The capital had never seen such heavy snowfall. Everyone said that auspicious snow promised a fruitful year, and before long invitations to elegant snow-viewing gatherings came one after another. Princes, nobles, and young ladies composed and recited poems, praising this once-in-a-century snowfall.

Even Jiang Zhuo, whose face had already been disfigured, could not resist wrapping herself in a cloak and going out to admire the snow.

On the first serve, Kong Zhendong pushed his speed to the limit without deliberately seeking excessive forward momentum.

“Once fallen, unable to rise… once fallen, unable to rise…” The four words seemed like a curse. As he watched his eldest son, Li Mingzhe, hurry away toward the county office after receiving the family’s final decision, the young man’s vanishing back blurred before his eyes. Darkness seized him, and he fainted.

If Wang Fei served and Kong Zhendong received, Wang Fei and Qin Zhijian could still desperately exploit the same lines and placements to win a few points, putting up a faint resistance against the two-man offensive combination of Kong Zhendong and Liu Guobang.

Only after the program had begun did Yan Huan arrive belatedly with Yu Fan. She followed Yu Fan to the front, where the view was best, and sat down beside him.

As for deduction, it was like playing chess. If one calculated only ten moves, naturally one could not see the traps beyond the tenth.

Representatives of the former United Nations Pacific Rim Wormhole Affairs Working Group appeared on separate screens, one from each member state.

Yan Huan went over everything from beginning to end, even carefully recalling what she had done before going to sleep.

Those withered bones, meanwhile, had been forced to kneel before him, yearning every day to gain freedom and dissolve into the world.

Without conclusive evidence, all these replies were merely speculation and could be overturned at any moment.

A subordinate deity was, strictly speaking, still a divine being, but its relationship with the chief god was no different from that between a slave and its master.

After Laozi shattered that immortal radiance, Tongtian sensed that the magical power within his Dao body had recovered. He immediately cast a vicious glare at Yuanshi, but Yuanshi merely kept his eyes closed and rested, unmoved by Tongtian’s fury.

The same laws were interpreted and understood differently in every world, and the definitions of things differed as well. The Dao’s Tainting of Myriad Worlds meant studying the laws of each world, mastering them all, and then forcibly taking control of the authority to interpret and define them.

In the past, he would certainly have gone without a second thought to challenge the Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi, or stepped onto the River of Time and traveled downstream to fight the original Primordial Heavenly King.

Most importantly, Qin Ziqi believed that only by becoming immortal could she gain the ability to recover instantaneously.

At a single roar from Qiu Yi, Wu Jiaqi tremblingly parked the car and followed her into an alley nearby.

If, in his later years, he could accomplish something truly magnificent and become a minister who restored the Ming dynasty to prosperity, then his life would not have been lived in vain.

Yet after returning to his origin, Styx had spent countless years absorbing the supreme Slaughter Dao left behind by the Nether River Dao Venerable. He had long since reached the Primordial Beginning Realm, and had cultivated it to profound depths. He was only one step away from the Supreme Beginning level.

Before long, several demon beasts were forcibly subdued. Trapped within the net, they shrieked and roared, struggling without cease.

“In the Primordial World, I was merely an honest, ordinary innate life-form. Even though I have reversed my life-form and become a Chaos Demon God, I am still nothing more than an utterly unremarkable Slaughter Demon God.”

In less than ten minutes, Jiang Yu saw Zeng Yuyan emerge from the building carrying a cardboard box. He honked once, and she walked toward his car. She opened the door, struggled to place the box on the rear seat, and then climbed in herself.

To avoid marrying the Fourth Prince of the Qingchu Kingdom, Xiao Jin, Yu'er, and I devised a plan and escaped from the imperial palace. We began a wandering life beyond its walls. Though the days were somewhat difficult, they were not without their pleasures.

Ji opened his eyes and found himself gazing at magnificent curtains. Clearly, he was lying on an even more splendid carved bed.