BSI Chapter 411 The Man of Apocalypse
Chapter 411 The Man of Apocalypse
Bai Mei gave Yun Yao a meaningful look, but said nothing.
The monk Liaochen paused for a moment while holding the prayer beads.
"You mean..." he paused, "the people of Apocalypse?"
Bai Mei neither nodded nor shook his head.
He simply said, "Those old monsters in Central Continent have been searching for the person who received the Apocalypse."
"Why?" Zhou Lie asked.
Bai Mei glanced at him and said calmly, "Because the people of Tianqi are not bound by the rules of heaven and earth."
"What do you mean?"
"This means that ordinary people's cultivation is subject to the limitations of heaven and earth."
Each realm beyond the Celestial Being has its own bottlenecks and constraints, requiring a deep understanding of the rules of heaven and earth to break through.
Bai Mei paused.
"But those who are inspired are different."
"Their souls transcend this world; the rules of heaven and earth have no effect on them."
"Therefore, they have no bottlenecks in their cultivation; as long as they have enough true essence, they can keep advancing."
The courtyard was quiet.
Jian Wusheng's fingers stopped on the scabbard.
The rosary of the monk Liaochen has stopped turning.
Zhou Lie opened his mouth again, this time big enough to fit two eggs.
Yun Yao frowned even more deeply.
Bai Mei looked at them, his voice low and deep:
"Since the beginning of records on the Tianyuan Continent, the person of Tianqi has only appeared once. Lin Chen should be the second one."
"That one eventually became the ruler of the continent, and finally ascended to the upper realm, achieving immortality."
"so……"
Bai Mei gazed at the East Mountain Villa, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Lin Chen..."
Bai Mei didn't finish her sentence.
But everyone understood what he meant.
The monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice.
Jian Wusheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
Zhou Lie swallowed.
Yun Yao's expression shifted slightly.
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Side hall of the Foreign Affairs Bureau.
Li Bai remained leaning back in his chair, legs crossed, wine jug in his hand.
Looking at the golden beam of light, he took a swig of wine, wiped his mouth, and chuckled.
"The Empress has also broken through. Interesting, very interesting."
Yuan Tiangang said calmly, "If our lord knew, he would be pleased."
Li Bai nodded: "That's for sure."
He paused, then suddenly asked, "When do you think our lord will return?"
Yuan Tiangang calculated: "It will be soon."
"How long is 'soon'?"
"I came back when it was time."
Li Bai: "..."
"Isn't that obvious?"
Yuan Tiangang ignored him and turned to look out the window.
The teleportation array's light frequency is higher than before.
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Dongshan Villa.
Early that morning, the Bad Guys delivered a handwritten letter from Lin Chen.
Qing'er took the letter, glanced at the cover, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's a letter from the Prince!"
The courtyard erupted in chaos.
Everyone gathered around.
The old lady stood up from her recliner, her hands trembling: "Quick, quick, read it!"
Qing'er opened the letter, cleared her throat, and read aloud:
"Dear family: I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just taking care of some things in Jubei City and will be back in a few days. — Lin Chen"
Just a few lines.
It was as brief as a telegram.
But everyone breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.
Zhao Mingyue's eyes reddened, but she didn't cry. She just gently touched her stomach and said, "He's fine."
Su Wanqing sat down in the chair, finally putting down the embroidery hoop in her hand. Her fingers were still trembling slightly, but the expression on her face was clearly relaxed.
Liu Ruyan held Lin Nianjun in her arms. The little guy was still sleeping and had no idea what was happening.
Lin Nian'er stood to the side and sighed like a little adult: "Daddy is really something, he always makes me worry."
The old lady laughed, then chuckled and scolded, "That brat!"
Chu Yueyao stood under the eaves, a slight smile playing on her lips, then turned and left.
He took a couple of steps, then stopped, turned back, and asked, "Did he say when he'd be back?"
Qing'er shook her head: "He didn't say."
Chu Yueyao hummed in agreement and continued walking.
Xiao Yulou returned from the training ground, covered in sweat. As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Any news?"
Zhao Mingyue waved the letter in her hand: "My husband wrote, saying everything is alright."
Xiao Yulou took the letter, glanced at it, and then laughed: "This handwriting is still so ugly."
Zhao Mingyue glared at her.
Xiao Yulou quickly changed his tune: "But it's ugly in a very distinctive way."
Zhao Mingyue glared at her again.
Xiao Yulou shut up.
Wen Ruoxi came out of the house, holding an account book in her hand. She flipped through it, then closed it, a smile on her lips.
Ye Qingying came out of the house, carrying a cup of tea. She placed it on the table, sat down, picked up her own cup, and slowly drank it. After taking a sip, she suddenly smiled.
Murong Xue and Su Xiaoxiao came out of the house, asked for the letter, and looked at it over and over again, unable to get enough of it.
The four women, Qin Xin and her companions, stood under the eaves, looked at each other, and smiled.
Ba Tuo Mingzhu sat by the window in the side courtyard, looking at the sky outside, holding a letter in his hand—written by the Second Prince.
The contents of the letter were exactly as she had expected.
He urged her to please Lin Chen.
He also said that he would send his father's concubine over in a few days so that she could help recommend her.
After reading the letter, Ba Tuo Mingzhu remained silent for a long time.
Then she tore up the letter and threw it into the brazier.
Ba Tuo Baozhu leaned over her and whispered, "Sister, has Second Brother written again?"
Ba Tuo Mingzhu nodded.
"Are we going to have to find a way to please the Prince of Zhenbei again?"
Ba Tuo Mingzhu nodded again.
Ba Tuo Baozhu sighed and buried her face in her arms: "Sister, what kind of person does the Prince of Zhenbei... actually like?"
Ba Tuo Mingzhu didn't answer, because she didn't know either.
Princess Amuyi of Loulan stood in the courtyard, kicking pebbles with great force.
The three girls sent by the Southern Yue tribes—A-Cai, A-Luo, and A-Sang—sat on the doorstep, weaving grasshoppers.
This time I finally managed to weave a complete one.
Ah Cai held up the grasshopper and smiled.
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Refuse to enter the northern city.
Lin Chen sat up from the couch, stretched, and walked out of the room. The sunlight shone on his face, warm and pleasant.
In the courtyard, Lan Fenghuang was brewing medicine, Yao Yao was stewing soup, A Yue was making snacks in the kitchen, and Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang were making tea.
Yagyu Yuki sat in a chair reading a book, while Yagyu Hyou and Yamarei Sora sat on the veranda talking.
Everything was peaceful and beautiful.
Lin Chen suddenly spoke up: "Let's go back tomorrow."
Yao Yao looked up: "Go back? Where to?"
Lin Chen glanced at her: "Let's go home."
Yao Yao's eyes lit up: "Great! I miss Qing'er and the others!"
Lan Fenghuang smiled and said, "Sister Shuyan and Sister Yulou are almost due to give birth."
Liu Shengxue put down her book, looked at Lin Chen, and smiled.
Liu Sheng Piaopiao raised her head, secretly glanced at Lin Chen, then blushed and lowered her head again.
Although everything that was supposed to happen had happened, she was still very shy.
Shan Lingkongya looked at Lin Chen, a hint of unease in her eyes, but also a hint of expectation.
Come back home.
These two words are wonderful!