Some say each person is like a painting. At birth a blank canvas, with the passage of time and accumulation of experience, the painting becomes vivid. For some gorgeous, for some simple, for some sketches - all kinds of possibilities.
Undeniably, as the painting gradually becomes colorful, the canvas also begins to age. Wrinkles form, moisture is lost, and it turns yellow.
Fifteen years have passed.
Eleven more years have passed. Ethan turned fifty.In the deep autumn, under the old locust tree, dead leaves piled up. A gust of wind blew by, and the locust leaves rustled and flew.
It was winter, the eve of the lunar new year.In the vast and boundless world, many places have the custom of celebrating the lunar new year. As the name suggests, celebrating the lunar new year is to commemorate the past and usher in the new year. The last day of the celebration is the eve of the lunar new year. On this day, no matter whether they are children who travel far away or daughters who marry far away, they will all return home. Family members will gather together to have a reunion dinner.
The crimson blood was poured into the ice sculpture. Blood flowed from the eyes of the ice sculpture, as if weeping. In the snowy night, heavy snow suddenly fell. Snowflakes fell on Ethan's head, eyes, and his eyes were blank without spirit, as if his soul was lost. His hands kept going.
Ethan withdrew his gaze from overlooking the bottomless abyss below the ninety-nine thousandth step of the Ladder to the Sky. Peering down, there was nothing but vast emptiness with no sign of anything. Swish! Ethan strode alone into the mountain path beside the ninety-nine thousandth step of the Ladder to the Sky. This scene was witnessed by no one other than the red-robed old man and the three young men behind him. From the towering sacrificial altar, the purple sun seemed unchanged and gave no sign of anything unusual. Strangely enough, at noon, the surface temperature in the Beyond Heaven space should have exceeded 50 degrees Celsius. However, the green vine piercing the purple sun showed no abnormality, as if it were a blood vessel connecting the purple sun and the sacrificial altar. In an instant, Ethan felt his soul return and regain control of his body. At the same time, he heard the summons of the red-robed elder. What does this mean? What should I do? Why did this red-robed elder suddenly call me?Thousands of thoughts flashed through Ethan's mind in an instant.Sovereign of Chaos Chapter 91: The Holy Liquid
Sovereign of Chaos Chapter 92: Absolute Obedience
Upon entering the second floor of the Azure Brick Tower, there were obviously many fewer people. Although Ethan's eyes remained empty and he seemed dull, he keenly noticed that every young man and woman on this floor had a heavy and oppressive aura. In the hundreds of new faces he saw on the way, not one could he see through. Ethan also discovered that the young men and women hurrying about with indifferent expressions in this Azure Brick Tower could be roughly divided into four categories: gray-clothed, black-clothed, blue-clothed, and purple-clothed. <
According to the Black Ledger, Beyond Heaven is the most covert assassin organization in the world. It has branches throughout the continent. Each domain, state, and even some of the larger counties have branch contact points.How large is a domain? A cultivator at the Strong Blood Realm level would probably spend his whole life without being able to get through just one. A normal domain has at least ten or so states, and a single st