Chapter 13059 — Its Full Name Is Actually Divine Miracle

"Inside every divine box, a rare resource is randomly generated."

"The most common are divine equipment and divine skills."

He Piaoliang pointed at the divine box before him and said, "These are all only first-tier boxes, but the resources inside are no trifling matter—at minimum, high-grade divine equipment."

"If you're lucky enough, you might open a first-rate high-grade divine equipment—one that money can't buy on the open market..."

But what was most chilling of all were two of the desiccated corpses; judging by their appearance and build, they could have been no older than ten or so. Who could have been so cruel? What unknown matter lay behind the population relocation of Fukang Street twenty years ago? Or had there never been any relocation at all—had everyone simply ended up here?

A quasi-sage whose cultivation had already merged with the Heavenly Dao, and Hong Yun besides, the first spirit cloud between heaven and earth to take form, bearing within himself the principles of the primordial Great Dao—such a being could never be so easily erased by the mere matter of reincarnation.

The scene fell into silence. Meng Qi and the others made no sound, and the creatures down in the valley unexpectedly kept silent as well.

The bursting turbulence also pressed its attack on Tianxuanzi without pause; fortunately the Crimson Lion Umbrella blocked it, and no harm had yet been done. The Heavenly Net Immortal Robe was even more extraordinary, shielding Tianxuanzi throughout.

"Bodi, don't think you'll get away with it!" Duoduo cried, then leaped and hurled himself at Bodi. He had meant to snatch the wood crystal stone, but Bodi was nimble and twisted slightly aside, so Duoduo came away with only the crusher. In a flash too swift for the ear to follow, Bodi struck back with a palm at Duoduo.

Lu You was not one to stand on ceremony either; he sat down casually across from the tea table, though curiosity stirred in his heart. That day, he recalled, Qian Si had seemed to go looking for trouble with Wang Lijun, but nothing much seemed to have come of it between the two.

"But this old lady is no ordinary person," the driver said, laden with meaning. Gao Qing and Lan Lan exchanged a glance, bewilderment in both their eyes.

Hearing that the other party was about to state his terms, Li Jiang felt a surge of joy. So long as he could have his revenge, he would accept any demand—even if it meant dying on the spot the moment his vengeance was complete.

Following Jiang Huhu into the living room, Zhao Mengfei took off her mask and sunglasses, and the real-life version of the great star stood revealed before their eyes.

In truth, Hexin's doubts coincided with Xiao Yiqian's; it was only that the dignity of the Gambling King within his heart goaded him to rather believe it true than believe it false.

The World League had been set for January of the following year, which gave players plenty of time to prepare. League of Legends, after all, could be counted on.

The more souls it devoured, the clearer the pyramid's phantom became. A strong premonition rose in Kratos's heart: this pyramid was of vital importance to him. What he had to do now was reconstitute the pyramid's original form, whatever the cost.

Han Zhongming was unruffled by the chaos. He raised a hand and pointed, and the two characters "Qu Sha" suddenly blazed with golden light. The evil specters around them, struck by that radiance, each let out a piercing shriek. Of course, only a grand master with the Heavenly Eye and Heavenly Ear could see these strange manifestations.

Watching Bai Potian shake his head, Ling Xue's tears fell one by one like beads from a broken string.

Thirty seconds had passed. Old Ye Tou saw that Ye Tian made no move and no change came over his expression, and his heart turned cold to the bone. Sick with grief, he sat down, his face ashen.

Though inwardly he cursed the thing uploaded to Weibo up and down, he knew he could not blame the other party. During the morning class hours, just outside the school gate, someone had nearly been hit by a car—a shocking thing in itself, especially since he had carried Guo Mi in his arms and run the whole length of the campus.

"Don't celebrate too soon, Hulu. There is always a thread of life left in every situation," came the voice of the Thousand-Body Dao Ancestor.

At the mention of going to watch a show, the veterans instantly grew excited. After all, in this godforsaken place, the only entertainment was "watching a show." And this was no ordinary show.