Expedition South Once More

Liu Xiaolou prepared to leave the mountains once more for a distant expedition.

It was time to expand the Spirit Eye.

First, if the newly upgraded Twelve Yin Yang Grand Formation was to unleash its utmost might, it required stable and abundant spiritual power.

Second, Three Xuan Sect now had Liu Xiaolou himself, Fang Buai, and Liu Daoran at Foundation Establishment. Tan Bazhang was also working hard to prepare for secluded cultivation and Foundation Establishment. Not to mention Big White and Little Black—their need for the Spirit Eye had already become rather urgent.

How should the Spirit Eye be expanded? Thirty-six, to ordinary people, already counted as middle age, yet Lucia looked only a little over twenty, brimming with youthful vitality.

The altar was filled with red liquid, and a pink, flesh-like lump floated upon its surface.

Gazing at those terrifying ghost eyes from the depths of hell, Sima Zhaofeng swallowed. His mind had already dissolved into chaos, while the men around him were so frightened that they toppled every which way and collapsed limply to the ground. What could they possibly use to fight?

"Hero Kuchiki, I won't act recklessly. I know my limits," He Xin said as she looked at Kuchiki Byakuya. She merely wanted to know what had happened to Zheng Zumeng inside the Hundred Refining Tower, and why they knew about it so clearly.

In his mad frenzy, Savi seemed to vaguely remember Sang Ruo's instructions to guard the house. He gnawed through every place one by one, but Wu Wang Forest became the exception.

Sunset Avenue was merely a commercial street, lined with shops. Palm trees swayed in the wind on both sides, while vehicles packed the middle of the road.

Half an hour later, Zhen Bei stood before the gates of the Imperial City.