All Chapters of Dawn of the Gods: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Fengxi stared dazedly at Xiao Chen for a long time before finally shaking his head and sighing. "Forget it. We can talk about it when old Qing Chen comes back. The Annihilation Times are upon us. His own seal should be opened as well." "Is Perfected Immortal Qing Chen coming?" Xiao Chen couldn't help feeling flabbergasted. Perfected Immortal Qing Chen had warned him not to cause an accident in the Middle Continent before he left. But he seemed to have truly gotten into serious trouble this time. He asked again, "What's the Annihilation Times? What is his own seal? Is Perfected Immortal Qing Chen a Nirvana Realm cultivator as well?" Fengxi sank into a contemplative mood with a myriad of expressions crossing his face. After a long time, he finally replied, "It's hard for me to explain the seal of his own, but the Annihilation Times are indeed upon us. This time, there's no room for escape." The more ambiguous his replies were, th

Xiao Chen slowly calmed down. He leaned against the rattan chair with his eyes closed and slowly adjusted his breathing. He tried his best to sense the movement of the wind in the air, paying attention to the faint rustling of the wind as it crossed his ear.Like the flowing of a stream from the top of the mountain, he allowed the True Qi inside him to circulate as they pleased. He put the cultivation methods that he learned out of his mind and forgot who he was. He imagined himself as a leaf that floated along with the flow of the water. His imagination was so vivid that he could even see carps swimming in the river. He imagined himself as the breeze in the mountains, where he could see a camellia growing by the cliff dancing in the wind. Gradually, he entered an unprecedented mysterious state in which he seemed to have become one with nature—heaven and earth themselves. He no longer existed in this world, and yet he was everywhere and anywh

Qingluan raised her head. Her long years of cultivation had tempered her character to surpass that of an ordinary woman's, but there was still the slightest shift in her expression at this moment. For a long time, she didn't speak. Xiao Chen smiled upon seeing her reluctance. "It's alright if you don't wish to answer. You may leave now." "Yes, Master," Qingluan whispered and then left. The curtain of night was about to fall, bringing with it a gentle evening breeze. The wind carried the fragrance of the flowers down the mountain, refreshing one's mind and spirit. Before going down the mountain, Xiao Chen had sent Murong Xian'er to Fengxi's place. Thus, he and Ziyun'er were the only ones in the courtyard. Both of them said nothing. Even the sunset fell in silence. Ziyun'er wounded her hands into tight fists. She lowered her head, afraid to meet his eyes. Her delicate face was as red as the sun setting over the horizon.

Xiao Chen scoffed and let go of the whip. He turned around and looked at Murong Xian'er and the rest. "Just tag along with Perfected Immortal Qing Chen. There's no need to worry about me." He leaned into the tip of his toe and flew upward to the Flying-cloud Stone. The two envoys didn't tarry either. With a scoff, they flew up to the Flying-cloud Stone as well. They began their journey westward. On their way there, Xiao Chen leaned cross-legged against a cold slab of stone. He rested the back of his head on his hands and closed his eyes as he kept a stalk of grass in his mouth. He happily hummed a song, seemingly without a care in the world. His behavior only served to anger the envoys further, but they dared not do anything out of fear of the group following them. One of them said, "Xiao Chen, you better not be so proud of yourself. Do you really think your allies from the Jade Qing Sect and the Xianyong Sect are that powerful? Let me tell

Xiao Chen scoffed and ignored them. He hopped onto his bed and sat on it and began meditating. As he channeled and built his powers, he was interrupted by the creaking of floorboards, followed by the hushed voices of two or three people passing by the room outside. "I expect a greater turnout at this year's Immortal's Sword Assembly than last year surely. I heard that the prospects from all five continents this year showed immensely promising talent." "It was the Middle Continent who had snagged the top place last time, no? Four of the strongest ten warriors were all from the Middle Continent then, with the rest – two from the South, another two from the West and the last two from the North – from the rest of the Violet Manor." "None from the East?" "The Eastern Continent? I wouldn't count on them. The East is nothing but only an impoverished land with a meager supply of talent. There's not been anyone worth mentioning since th