Seeing Remus rushing toward him, Raxor was initially taken aback. Then, a mocking gleam appeared in its eyes. Without any hesitation, it opened its enormous, red mouth.It could easily swallow two train cars, and its fangs were about 20 feet long.Remus rushed into its mouth, heading straight for the stomach. Contrary to what he had imagined, it wasn't pitch black inside but blood red.According to the records, lumidrakes were entirely red in color. Perhaps the red represented its cultivation.Throughout thousands of years, Raxor's cultivation has weakened. Its exterior colors had faded, leaving only the red interior."I'm repaying you with my life. From now on, we are even!" Remus spoke with a commanding presence. Then, he sat down, cross-legged.Raxor stiffened upon hearing this, as if it hadn't fully registered what Remus said. The red light in its eyes flickered, and its face alternated between ferocity and confusion, as if it suddenly lost its purpose.Indeed, Raxor was con

But Remus was not just at the Great Realm of Enlightenment but was also a Martial Divinity warrior. He was even more powerful than a saint master.He suddenly turned, and the icicles stopped right in front of him. They were less than an inch away from piercing his heart yet couldn't get any closer than that.Remus waved, and all the icicles shattered in an instant, turning into countless ice crystals, falling slowly in the air. The crystals reflected colorful lights, creating a scene that was surprisingly beautiful yet somewhat melancholic.A woman in a white dress and with a light veil on her face charged forward. She held a sword emanating spiritual energy, her eyes full of determination."Wilda!" Remus' eyes widened in astonishment. He couldn't believe how easily everything fell into place, and his excitement was beyond words.The woman got closer and closer. Just as the sword was about to pierce him, he finally realized something was wrong—this wasn't Wilda.At the critical m

Even though there was an old saying about the deceased being able to rest in peace by being buried, this place was not any worse. Leaving the bodies here was fine, and there was no need to take them away.Elena realized she couldn't get her revenge by killing Remus, so the only thing she could do now was give him a cold look."Of course, I'm taking them back to the final resting place of Monington's ancestors. When they were alive, you forced them to flee to the ends of the earth."Now that they have passed away, I want to bring them back to their roots. This is the only thing I can do for them!""Resting place?" Something came to his mind when Remus heard these words.Seeing her struggling alone to drag so many bodies using her spiritual energy, Remus quickly descended.As his spiritual energy was released, the bodies' clothes flew into the air and were torn into strips, weaving themselves into ropes. Afterward, he approached the bodies, tying them up one by one until they forme

Remus thought that he might find a secluded place and live a quiet, unremarkable life till the end.Then, he changed his mind and figured he would probably find a place that reminded him of the best moments of his life and stay there forever.This was Remus' conclusion and a common mindset for everyone.The harsh reality of having no family or support was too difficult, and to survive, people needed to give themselves some psychological comfort. This so-called 'comfort' was essentially the most beautiful period in one's life.When was Wilda's happiest moment in life?The look in Remus' eyes looked even more desolate. Among the women around him, Wilda was the one he got to know the latest and spent the least amount of time with.To put it bluntly, he had very little involvement in her life and knew nothing about what made her happy.Seeing Remus being silent for a long time, Elena's anger quickly dissipated. Memories of happiness from the past began to surface, causing her to fee

As the two skiers laughed, they eyed the proprietress up and down, sizing her up."That's not acceptable. They insulted me and must apologize.""That's right. We are from the Cross-Country Skiing Association. If we get insulted while we're out, it's not just a blow to us but also the association's reputation. How can we hold our heads high if word of this gets out?"Hearing "Cross-Country Skiing Association", Tiana's face turned pale with fear.She had done her research before coming here and knew all about the Darsia Cross-Country Skiing Association. It was the most professional skiing association in Darsia, bringing together top-tier players.Its members were either wealthy or noble, as cross-country skiing required an initial investment of at least tens of thousands. Some equipment cost hundreds of thousands or even millions, making it unaffordable for the average person.The proprietress clearly also knew about the Cross-Country Skiing Association and was well aware that they