A Fleeting Dream of Life – Part One

Milky white ripples surrounded Lan Xinrui, at times transforming into glowing symbols that sought to close in and strangle her, at times becoming towering mountains threatening to crush her beneath their weight. Such a level of contest had already surpassed what ordinary Star Judges could endure; it was clear that those who earned the title of Chief Judge with their emblem were all extraordinary, each possessing unique qualities.

Within the Cursed God King’s Cavern, members of the Cursed God clan could not attack one another, yet death was still possible, for the cavern was home to countless perilous creatures—none of them kin, but all unspeakably fearsome. The Cursed Dragon was among their number.

“The promise you made, senior, is yet unfulfilled!” As Meng Hao spoke, the recovering world around him halted once more; in the blink of an eye, everything froze anew. The elder’s war vessel instantly paused, and the sense of decay and ancient desolation thickened, almost suffocating in its intensity.

“I’ll ask you again: who are you people?” Xuanyuan Nanxing had no patience to spare for Tang Bo; it was Tang Meng who held his true attention.

In the past, the Khaganate of Kara-Khan had sent envoys to the Song Dynasty to offer tribute, though such gestures were not to be taken at face value. In truth, Kara-Khan revered the Liao Empire as its sovereign, not the Song. Still, as there was no conflict between them, the relationship between Kara-Khan and the Song remained amicable.

Ling Yun knew all too well the measure of his own strength—how much he could truly muster. He understood that his realm was worlds apart from his opponent’s; no matter how formidable his spiritual sense or how many treasures he wielded, no matter that he could divide his attention with ease, his offensive power was ultimately bound by the limits of his cultivation.

Not long after, a thundercloud spanning tens of thousands of kilometers appeared on the horizon, flickering with lightning and rumbling with thunder. This, too, was an Evil God, but compared to the three already present, this one was far stranger.

Xuanyuan Nanxing shook his head as he walked, and upon entering the underground city, he saw from afar a black column of mist rising vertically from the city lord’s mansion. Within the buildings there was not a single clue to be found—the second floor was perfectly ordinary; nothing seemed amiss.

At Zhang Liao’s side, over a hundred men charged forward with leveled spears, following him into battle. Zhang Fan was not to be outdone, keeping close behind and joining the fray.

The advantage was plain to see: for a youth to develop such bodily control—something only Star Judges could attain—while still at the rank of Fifth-Tier Elite, was an extraordinary boon on the battlefield, granting him endless, inexpressible benefits.

The two sides clashed swiftly. The house’s master was a seasoned officer who had followed Lady Vol for many years, trusted as much as Macon, who had once campaigned alongside Tior in the Eulemas region. He had often led Vol’s soldiers into battle.

A throwing knife struck Assassin A’s body, producing a faint metallic resonance—clearly it had hit some internal mechanism.

Never mind the elderly mentors who offered not only treasures, secret arts, and even brides—if they didn’t charge tuition, these disciples should count themselves lucky.

Before, when Wen Ruoliu was touched, her health bar would soar wildly, as if a runaway horse. After the system vanished, the “Love Boom Boom Boom 20” installation package also became useless; her health would fall, never rise. Misfortune, it seemed, never came singly. It turned out the system’s installation package had its merits after all.

Ye Zhong curled his index finger, the knuckle brushing across Xiao Meier’s cheek as he smoothed aside a lock of her lustrous black hair.

He could not help but burst into laughter, the devilish sound echoing through the sky, as though it shook the entire world and made it tremble in fear.

Yi Chun unleashed his lightning ability, but his overall combat strength remained at the second tier of the Mortal Realm. The youth with the flying sword had solid basics but was clearly a novice—he had just barely stepped into the first tier.

From the circumstances, Ji Yuebai was meant to play the role of the magical beast’s younger brother. Yet he described it as “deformed, hideous, a revolting monster.” Whichever way you looked, those words could hardly apply to the tall and handsome Ji Yuebai.

After Zhou Zhou brought her tea, Qiao Chuqing hurriedly summoned Song Chuying to brew it, finally returning to her old enjoyment of life.

The invisible pressure filled the training hall like a flood, submerging everything, while faint ripples appeared in the air, settling and swaying gently.

Thus, under geomancer Gong Feng’s direction, the new coffin was fitted with its lid, but not yet sealed with nails. Local custom dictated that only at the burial ground, just before interment, could the coffin be sealed.

At that moment, Harden, this season’s Sixth Man of the Year, drove into the paint, preparing to leap for a dunk.

The world of officialdom was ever perilous, rife with smiling faces that concealed daggers. To discern true goodness from false was no easy task.

We had always advanced along the riverbank while exploring the cave. But after what happened, the underground river became as menacing as a flood beast, and we all kept as far from its edge as we could.

There’s no need to recount the rest—thanks to that princess, the Qi family regained their former power, climbing once more to the pinnacle of influence, courted by many powerful clans.

Though it was a question, Shen Yu’s gaze bore straight into Qu Shuhan, more as if demanding an answer.

But truth be told, when LeBron made his final layup, Lance Stephenson’s fierce defense really did throw him off—he missed, lost his balance, and fell to the floor.

That day, Lin Guo’er was thoroughly ransacked, even the box of chocolates she’d hidden for ages in the bottom drawer was stolen clean.

After handing the brand-new Sword of Pure Intent to Qing Chenzi, there were still more to be delivered to the outer sect and not a moment to lose. Time was now equivalent to strength, and Ming’er needed the elders’ support to further expand his influence.

Thus, he was drawn and quartered, and the authorities launched a fierce campaign against the followers of the Way of Supreme Peace, implicating over a thousand people and ordering Zhang Jue’s pursuit throughout Jizhou.

With those words, Ziyan, clad in a robe of purple and gold, became a streak of brilliant light. Her sword already blazed with a deep azure glow as she struck at the demonic man before her.