Chapter 62: Was It All Just My Foolish Delusion?

The matchmaking gallery in the community square was completed after four days.

The setup day happened to be a weekend, drawing a large crowd of onlookers, ranging from middle-aged aunts and grandmothers to young men and women.

Chairman Jiang also came over to join the fun and even posted a matchmaking advertisement on behalf of her nephew.

With Chairman Jiang taking the lead, the crowd rushed forward to secure spots they considered ideal and began posting their prepared flyers.

The older women were a bit bolder; after pasting their ads, they stood back to admire them.

"BYD has that kind of technology and capability." Yang Fan could only reply this way. He could not reveal his true purpose to the other party, though it was quite likely the other person could guess it anyway.

After shattering the fierce wind with a single punch, Jiang Hao did not stop his momentum. He aimed his fist directly at the demonic wind hanging in mid-air and smashed straight toward it.

"Don't move, let me wipe it for you." Murong Zixue let out a soft cry and hurriedly pulled out a tissue to help Gan Liang wipe it off.

Qin Ya also understood the other party's intention. The Thunder Emperor had not expressed any desire to oppose the Divine Court, but merely stated his affiliation with the God-Defying Sect.

Although many of the reasons were quite bizarre, the most direct one turned out to be the Dwarf Kingdom—because the king had lost a gamble.

However, for someone at the Boundless Realm to possess the combat strength of a True God was already baffling, but to possess the strength of a Tier 2 True God or even higher was simply terrifying. Since ancient times, how many people could achieve such a feat?

This meant that in order to perceive these magical particles, the soul fluctuations released by the meditator must also carry high-frequency characteristics so that resonance could occur.

Although the martial arts gym had been rented, it still needed renovation, so the children could only engage in activities within the rented rooms. Of course, this excluded Yang Fan's morning running sessions with them.

Leng Chunlan was petrified by these few remarks from Murong Lan. She stared blankly at Murong Lan, momentarily speechless and on the verge of collapsing. Behind her, Honglian and Lvyu quickly stepped forward to support her.

Figures like the Eccentric Sword Elder, the Dream True Person, the Yin-Yang Dharma King, and the Assassin Shanzai were naturally formidable, but they also knew their targets were too large, so they dared not provoke the Terrestrial Devil Capital, fearing they would attract the supreme expert of the heavens and earth, the Taiji Devil Ancestor, and perish on the spot.

The incident happened far too suddenly, catching Xiao Feng completely off guard. Even though his Shaolin whip-force technique was exceptionally fierce, it still required circulating internal energy to execute. With the situation unfolding so abruptly, how could he possibly have time to gather his energy?

"You've grown quite daring! That is the son of Lord Devil Ancestor, and you dare to gossip about him? You truly have a death wish. If Lord Devil Ancestor says it is seven hundred zhang, then it is seven hundred zhang," an intermediate-level demonic cultivator rebuked coldly.

Instantly, all the flowers blossomed, transforming into sacred golden lotuses that emitted tens of thousands of rays of brilliant golden light. The golden light converged into a mass, turning into an unimaginably huge pillar of light that soared straight into the firmament.

"Clang!" Wu Lingtian's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing Li Qing make a move, he grasped his long sword and parried in front of his chest. With a crisp clang, Wu Lingtian felt a tremendous force transmit from the blade, actually sending him flying backward.

At that time, the Tuoba tribe was still living a nomadic lifestyle, residing in tents and felt yurts. Later on, they learned how to build houses and began to settle down at the foot of the Xianbei Mountain.

Before long, Xu Panyan came to a halt. The surroundings were vast and boundless, devoid of any obstructions. Standing directly in front of Xu Panyan was a three-meter-tall black stone tablet. The monument was smooth, without the slightest trace of carving chisels or axes; it went without saying that this must be the legendary Battle Soul Stele.

Tuoba Jie had come to visit a few times over the past couple of days, but due to overwhelming grief, he had refused to take a single drop of water or grain.

In every sword duel on the Foundation Establishment stage platform, whichever party's health pool was depleted first lost. However, if neither party's health pool was depleted within the time it took to burn a stick of incense, it would be considered a draw. Before they knew it, the time for a stick of incense had already passed, and with a soft chime, the two of them ended up in a tie.