Chapter 136: The Well of Gods and Demons

"Desolate Script!"

Luo Hao’s heart sank abruptly, his breathing growing heavy. Carved into the smooth, polished surface of the stalactite wall was the character for "Dao," inscribed in the ancient Desolate Script.

The character was massive, spanning nearly the entire wall, as if hewn by blades and chiseled by axes.

Had it been merely a character for "Dao," it would not have elicited such a reaction from Luo Hao; after all, the Tiangu Continent was vast, and discovering one or two ancient ruins was as common as encountering historical landmarks in twenty-first-century China.

But the character on the wall was written in Desolate Script. Luo Hao was no longer the novice he had been when he first arrived on the Tiangu Continent; he knew that the Desolate Script originated from a lost epoch in the continent's history.

That era of...

Why would he do this? Hadn't he promised to let her go if she fulfilled his demands?

In that moment, Zhou Xia was overcome by terror. She screamed at the top of her lungs, pounding against the barrier, desperate for someone to hear her.

Behind her, outside the door, Lotte was creeping toward Hoppler. Just as he prepared to strike with his wooden sword, Hoppler flicked his heel, sending the weapon flying.

Chen Changsheng shook his head lightly, then produced a porcelain vial and swallowed a handful of medicinal pills in one go.

Snowball, nestled in her arms, stared at her with an innocent expression, as if asking, "Mother, what are you talking about?"

She ignored the whispers and gazes of those around her, lifted her skirt slightly, and descended, step by step, with slow deliberation.

Furthermore, cultivators above the sixth level of the Innate Stage were all conserving their strength, preparing for the breakthrough to the Qi Refining Realm; they had little time to waste on trivialities.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten that old bastard? If I had lost my temper and attacked just now, they would have held it against me. The Liu and Zhou families have always been close; that old man would certainly be biased toward Liu Hao..." Wang Zhengyang thought to himself.

At this sight, the gazes of the others toward Chen Changsheng turned cold, their expressions indescribably gloomy.

"You didn't specify whether it had to be clean or not. As long as I do what you cannot, that suffices, doesn't it?" the puppet said, unhurriedly. "Or perhaps you can summon demons as well?" Mordrilla smiled, looking composed.

After all, they were all trapped here; if a precious object suddenly appeared out of nowhere, what else could it be but a devil's trick?

Mike jumped in shock and instinctively stepped back to put some distance between them, but Ning Chengyuan pressed a hand onto his shoulder. Instantly, a powerful surge of pressure permeated Mike’s body.

She quickly spread her wings to steady herself, preparing to flee, but her feet were tightly bound by black vines snaking up from the bottom of the ravine.

A corner of his mouth hooked upward involuntarily. He glanced down at his robe, lost in thought. Black—he was starting to get tired of it.

003 was capable of the technology to implant chips into the brain, so why were they still using smart bracelets?

Zheng Jian was beaten to tears by Wu Yingbo. He wept bitterly, unsure if he was crying over his own incompetence or the humiliation of being beaten by Wu Yingbo in public, but he wept most sorrowfully.

Seeing the golden axe descend toward his head, Ximen Hong cried out in alarm. The next moment, violent flames erupted across his entire body.

Since Ebony Maw had been brought under control, the group managed to extract a great deal of information from him.

Ahead lay familiar lakes and waterfalls, the rolling peaks now turned a shade of pink, and the bamboo groves along the lakesides transformed into peach orchards.

A vast force erupted from Wu Yingbo’s body, causing the three police officers to drop to their knees. Wu Yingbo pinned the four scions—Han Dong and the others—to the ground, rubbing their faces in the dirt, giving them no chance to offer excuses.

Then, in the next second, the corpse climbed back up. Yes, it crawled out from a pile of dead bodies, and upon seeing that familiar style, it broke down in tears.

Even if he had been trapped in the Abyss of Flowing Tombs for so many years, he would never be careless with the clothes he wore.

"Master, are you truly going to take Tingyu back to Bi-Bo Pool?" Huang Qing asked, his tone hesitant.

Her mouth seemed filled with a flavor of peach blossoms mixed with herbal medicine, numbing her nerves bit by bit, leaving her limbs unable to move.