On July 29, Painted Skin 2 held a grand premiere at a newly opened Golden Harvest luxury cinema in Chang'an.
This luxury cinema in Chang'an had just started trial operations in May and officially opened in July.
Featuring thirteen screening halls, upon going into operation, it instantly became the largest and most luxurious cinema in Chang'an and even the entire western region.
To promote the cinema and boost its popularity, the Golden Harvest Group also chose the summer blockbuster Painted Skin 2 for the event.
Princess Yanfei was extremely worried down in the audience, watching the battle intensely; only they truly cared about Li Yuanba's safety.
When Jiang Chen's divine sense swept over Hong Qishi and the others, they could clearly feel as though they had been seen right through by an invisible pair of eyes.
"Dongzi, tomorrow's match is all up to you. As long as we can make it into the main preliminaries, dinner's on me!" Li Hui said with a yearning look on his face.
Anjo Naruko, one of the people they had just been talking about, appeared right at Jinta's doorway.
By the time he embarked on the path of cultivation, became an immortal cultivator, and returned to Earth, a thousand years had already passed.
Fortunately, Young Master Cheng seemed to be merely sighing casually twice. After finishing his sigh, he quickly returned to the main topic.
Actually, Sheng Qingqing had never believed in ghosts and spirits, but ever since she transmigrated and was reborn, she started believing in them a little. Transmigration could still be explained using physical space, but soul transfer into another physical body was something science could never explain.
A piece of human flesh, still attached to scraps of skin and dripping with fresh blood, was grabbed by a blood-soaked hand and placed before the short old man.
Although Leng Yu and Sha Wujie were enemies, when all was said and done, they were on Yuanxing's side, whereas the Pill Emperor and the others from the Ancient God Realm were the real enemies.
Nalan Chu was regretting it now. He groped for his Cell Phone, preferring to turn himself in rather than continue suffering such misery at the hands of Xia Fanxing and Jun Mo.
Even so, the few of them got along very harmoniously, chatting continuously for a while.
I smiled faintly and shook my head, wondering if it was my mother's words today that had stirred up so many emotions in me. Ever since the returning-home banquet, my thoughts had been unable to shake off that hidden past.
Without getting an answer, Ruinweiluo remained sullen, pondering that question for the next few days.
Just as Wu Fan used a sneak attack to take out a formidable steward, a squad of armed guards finally rushed over.
Hua Tian nodded, and immediately afterward, he felt an immensely powerful suction force rushing toward him. Before Hua Tian could offer any resistance, the suction force vanished just as suddenly, and the Horizon Ruler, which had originally been inside Hua Tian's body, was pulled out by this force and flew straight into the hands of the Ancestral Witch Youli.
"That may be so, but I'm not optimistic about this duel," Mo Boyan said, shaking his head.
Dressed in a white robe, Limo stood quietly behind him, as pristine and cold as frost, acting as if I didn't exist at all. She was even stingy with a fraction of a look, keeping all her gaze silently fixed upon that person's ethereal and lonely back, gentle and tender.
The single Purple Gold Divine Pillar alone was enough to suppress and kill most heroes. Taking the Emperor Fist comprehended by Qinchuan as its core, the Heavenly Emperor's Suppressing Star Sea manifestation hovered above the divine pillar, ruling over the battle realm and suppressing heaven and earth.
In this regard, it was vastly different from Spirit Elder in Qinchuan's sea of consciousness and the remnant soul of the Weapon Ancestor in the Five Elements Son's sea of consciousness.
Yet now, they could only act as mere bystanders to all of this. While the war brought them irreparable damage, humanity was able to complete technological upgrades through it and stimulate even stronger reproductive capabilities.
The poems and verses memorized in his own mind were brilliant gems passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. Tempered by time, they endured and stood out as classic masterpieces that had survived the elimination of countless lesser works. Any single one of them brought out would far surpass those making up poetry on the spot.
When the sudden change occurred, the leaders of various clans and sects reacted differently. The heads of the human sects were mostly shocked; Yu Guangling's affair had already been quite unexpected, and now that the Sacred Land of Time had been attacked as well, the situation seemed to be spiraling out of control.