Tribulation Crossing Formation

After flying for half an hour, they passed the mountain where Mingmie Hall stood and crossed no fewer than seventeen or eighteen more peaks before descending into a Vast Forest Sea.

The pine cypresses beside them stood tall and straight, each dozens of zhang high, shooting into the clouds. The strange rocks around them took on all manner of bizarre, lifelike forms, as though they had been painstakingly carved, leaving one in awe.

The moment Liu Xiaolou stepped down from the Bronze Chariot, his footing immediately became unsteady.

This place was evil! Wen Wuniang had expected it and did not urge him on. When the wind pressure stirred his robes, Nalan Ming knew that he had little time left. Now that he had lost the chance to evade, if he wanted to retreat unscathed, his only choice was to meet the attack head-on.

Since Zhang Heng, the principal party involved, and Luo Jincheng had both spoken, the assistants said nothing more.

Foundation—this was something invisible and intangible, yet undeniably real. It was the lower limit of a faction, and what Yang Ning lacked now was precisely such a lower limit.

Si Nan put down the magazine, glanced at Xiao Se, who was also looking at him, thought seriously for a moment, and replied, "Before, probably less than two billion. Now, he is the richest person in this world."

Harut's figure slowly appeared in Usopp's field of vision. After a brief daze, huge streams of tears suddenly burst from his eyes. He lunged at Harut, hugged him tightly, and rubbed his face against Harut's body with all his strength, looking overwhelmed with excitement.

There was no one else here, not even any buildings. There was only endless outer space and meteorites.

"So, does that mean he really might take charge of