Chapter 137: Gods and Demons Never Die

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal striking metal, erupting suddenly within the desolate and dark Well of Gods and Demons, struck deep into every fragile nerve in Luo Hao's body. A terrifying thought, one he had never dared to entertain before, instantly surged in his mind.

Could it be that an ancient god or demon truly survived within the well, having weathered the endless passage of time to exist in the present era? If that were the case, the ancient world would surely be plunged into chaos.

"No! No living being can endure through eternity! Even the invincible ones who walked the path of martial arts and possessed the power to sweep across an entire era were all buried in the long river of time. Eternal existence is absolutely impossible."

Luo Hao was filled with trepidation, though even with such thoughts, his heart remained...

The carriage came to a halt. Shangguan Zixuan lifted the curtain and hopped out, followed immediately by Shangguan Mingzhi. The two walked one after another toward Jiang Yan.

Seeing their companions fall, the other two men hesitated for a moment, their eyes wide with shock, before they followed their brothers into the same fate.

"Of course, it’s your treat! Let's go, don't just stand there!" Nara Shikaku laughed, then turned and walked toward the teahouse marked "Miaoxi Hermitage."

Where exactly had he seen this before? Long Hao took a deep drag of his cigarette, looked up at the restroom, and was filled with confusion.

"Xue Xun, how dare you treat me like this?!" He roared in grief and indignation, but it was all in vain.

The riverbank was already packed with people, countless heads craning to watch and gaze at the dragon boats on the water.

"Boss, it’s just like this. It was exactly like this before; the sea beasts we were riding fainted the same way," said the remaining cadre who had not lost consciousness.

During this time, because people from the village came to help with the work, the household ate millet and buckwheat every day, or at best, steamed buns made from flour mixed with coarse grains.

In the 60 version, the Soul-Reaping Ghost Sword skill of the Sword Soul had very little presence for daily dungeon farming and had already begun to gather dust.

For three consecutive days, players on the national server were immersed in the endless flashes of the new abyss, unable to pull themselves away.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making even the First Bandit, a man accustomed to great storms and waves, find it hard to believe.

Guyun smiled, ignoring the puzzled expressions of the crowd, and carefully circled the colorful porcelain statue to observe it.

One must know that the "Golden Mountain Seal of the Divine Throne" practiced by Huangfu Chengfeng was a defensive martial seal lost to the Martial God Palace for many years. Its offensive power was not strong, but its defense was absolute; it was difficult for ordinary martial seals to break through it.

Liu Qingya frowned, about to scold her grandfather for being so afraid of that Wei Zijie.

Although she didn't understand why Liu Xiang wanted her to leave at this time, Du Fei had nothing to do at the company anyway. He greeted Tong Yao and left the office under her aggrieved gaze.

After a long time, Guyun shook his head, clearing these negative emotions from his mind, and steadied his resolve for cultivation and his confidence in taking revenge: Even if the sky falls, I will rise against it, and from the path of certain death, I will carve out a future. It will not be a wasted life to have walked this path.

In fact, Yang Qianqian had one more thing left unsaid. There were no fewer than ten military academies and bases nearby, and it was the largest military training ground in the capital. For the sake of safety and security, it was absolutely necessary to develop and build certain projects to serve as a cover for these facilities.

Returning to the Chaos Gate, Zhang Kuang suddenly discovered that it seemed to have become much livelier. There were many people he had never seen before, and he had no idea what they were doing.

Protected by the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Banner, the Jiao Fox Divine Marquis wore a ferocious expression. Through the banner, he saw Jiang Yuan and Ji Ziqing attacking it without the slightest hesitation, which only made him more furious.

Zi Feiyu, Dong Linye, Feng Lin, and the others all gasped in shock, clicking their tongues in astonishment.

Suddenly, throughout the entire Road to the Yellow Springs—both in the parts Ye Dong could see and the parts he could not—roars erupted one after another, as if in a relay, echoing from far to near and near to far, all sounding in unison.

Xia Jin had expected that Luo Qian would ask her this question when she came. She also felt that it was better for the two of them to speak their minds than to keep things bottled up in silence. She did not want to lose Luo Qian as a friend.