Ultimate: Fishing Through the Heavens, Starting with Five Enlightenment Templates

It moved so fast that it left only a faint afterimage in its original position.

In the last moment before leaving, his still-shaken mind still caught a glimpse of the two figures that had appeared in the storage room.

That glance sent a jolt through his soul.

The human he considered a fool actually walked out of the Annihilation Realm unharmed.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Xia Tian was completely exposed to him.

Although this human body contains a battle spirit, it is absolutely impossible for it to block the omnipresent Netherworld energy within the Annihilation Realm.

There is only one possibility: some treasure has shielded him from the aura of the underworld.

As for what kind of treasure it is, it's not hard to guess.

Only the Dragon Sealing Card, which has been guarded by the Xia Lanxingde family for generations, can have this effect.

"So the Dragon Sealing Card was on this idiot!"

"Haha, it's like finding a needle in a haystack!"

Illusion Eye roared inwardly, the ecstasy that surged within him replacing his horror.

If he weren't wary of that terrifying aura, he would have rushed down and kidnapped Xia Tian immediately.

But now, he must suppress his impulse.

Otherwise, they might not only fail to capture Xia Tian, ​​but also lose their own lives.

"No hurry! No rush!"

"I still have an ace up my sleeve. Once that human awakens, I can find an opportunity to activate the Stoneheart Killer program."

"When the time comes, I think kidnapping Xia Tian will be a piece of cake; he won't be able to escape my grasp!"

Huanyan pondered this in his heart, but he truly distanced himself from the Xia family.

Inside the storage room.

As soon as Lan Tianyu stepped out of the Abyss, he sensed malice from the outside world.

But in the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

He raised an eyebrow, secretly sighing at the many misfortunes that befell the Xia family.

However, he had no intention of pursuing it, because that would likely be a thankless task.

"summer?"

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly, as if afraid it was a hallucination.

"Bro!"

Xia Mei screamed and scrambled to her feet, her face streaked with tears and snot, before crashing into Xia Tian's arms.

She clung tightly to his waist and burst into tears.

"Woooooooo..."

"Brother, you scared me to death! I thought you weren't coming back!"

Summer was knocked off balance and stumbled, but seeing her younger sister crying her heart out, the resentment she felt for being thrown away by Jing Lei dissipated.

He awkwardly patted Xia Mei's back, a signature憨厚 smile on his face:

"It's alright, look at me, I'm perfectly fine."

"Don't cry, Xia Mei, don't blame yourself, it's all in the past..."

Seeing this, Xia Yu breathed a long sigh of relief.

As if a heavy burden had been lifted, the tense body instantly relaxed.

He looked at Xia Tian, ​​who was being held by Xia Mei, with a complicated expression.

There was relief, lingering fear, and above all, the joy of having something lost and then found.

Then, his gaze fell on Lan Tianyu, who was standing quietly to the side with a calm expression.

Without a doubt, Xia Tian's survival and even bringing back the lost Thunderclap were thanks to Lan Tianyu.

But when did he go in and kill them?

How did they manage to move freely in the midst of destruction and rescue Summer?

Countless questions churned in Xia Yu's mind.

Faced with Xia Yu's probing gaze, Lan Tianyu simply returned a faint smile without offering any explanation.

He planned to wait until Xiong Ge returned before discussing it further, since she was the head of the household.

"Brother Tianyu, hurry down and save Han!"

Xia Tian suddenly remembered the most important thing, hurriedly broke free from Xia Mei's embrace, and anxiously looked at the thunder in Lan Tianyu's hand.

Lan Tianyu understood and immediately handed Jing Lei to Xia Tian.

Summer received it as if it were a rare treasure, and then rushed to the living room.

living room.

When summer arrived, carrying a thunderclap, she rushed back to the sofa.

An amazing scene happened.

The two cold drumsticks seemed to come alive, trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

[183] ​​Do not advise others to do good if you have never experienced their suffering!

The thunder seemed to come alive, trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

An invisible force, originating from the very source of the soul, began to form.

Lying on the sofa, Han, whose face was originally as pale as paper and whose breath was so weak that it was almost nonexistent, suddenly trembled.

It was like parched land receiving timely rain.

Han's pale, almost translucent face regained its color at a visible speed, becoming rosy.

His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his previously faint, almost imperceptible breathing quickly became steady, long, and powerful.

"Thank goodness, Han is alright now..."

Looking at Han's face, which had regained its vitality, Xia Tian's eyes welled up with tears of excitement, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally completely at ease.

Han, who was still unconscious, trembled very slightly with her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

Those clear, cold eyes initially held a hint of confusion, as if they had just escaped from a deep nightmare.

She instinctively wanted to raise her hand, but instead felt a long-lost sense of comfort filling her limbs.

It was no longer the weakness of a soul being torn apart and life rapidly slipping away.

After a while, memories flooded back like a tide.

"My thunder..."

She murmured to herself, then felt the familiar, cold metal gripping her hand.

Looking down, she saw the two drumsticks, gleaming with a cold light, lying peacefully in her palm.

Thunder is back!

That's why she survived.

Han's gaze instantly sharpened. She sat up abruptly, her cold, frosty eyes sweeping over the people standing in the living room.

Summer, Xia Mei, Xia Yu.

As for Lan Tianyu, he was standing on Han's body at the moment, and she did not notice him.

Xia Yu visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Han wake up.

Without making a sound, he gently nudged Xia Mei, who was still sobbing beside him, with his elbow and gave Han a wink.

Xia Mei shuddered, understanding Xia Yu's meaning.

She took a deep breath, mustered up a great deal of courage, and took small steps to stand in front of Han.

She dared not look Han in the eye, her head bowed, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice trembling with tears and deep regret:

"Han, I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry, I lost your drumsticks!"

"I was just confused for a moment, I was out of my mind, I didn't mean it, please forgive my ignorant behavior! Waaah..."

He looked coldly at Xia Mei, who was bowing and apologizing in front of him, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.

There was no softening in his eyes, only disgust and hatred.

forgive?

Can that kind of heart-wrenching pain, that kind of despair on the verge of death, be offset by a mere apology?

If an apology is effective, then could she just kill Xia Mei right now, and then apologize to Xia Tian and the others to wipe the slate clean?

The thought of that excruciating pain filled Han with nothing but piercing hatred as he looked at Xia Mei.

This hatred even spread, making her gaze towards Xia Tian and Xia Yu carry an undisguised coldness and aloofness.

If she weren't completely penniless, she would have just packed her bags and left this place that had brought her such an undeserved disaster.

Han pursed her cherry lips, revealing a cold, emotionless laugh. Her voice was clear and resolute, like an ice bead falling onto a jade plate:

I don't want to forgive you.

Upon hearing this, Xia Mei froze, maintaining her bowed posture, and lowered her head even further, not daring to look Han in the eyes any longer.

He bit his lower lip so hard it almost drew blood.

She understood how much harm her own humanity had caused Han, and therefore had no right to morally blackmail him into forgiving her.

Xia Yu watched from the side and sighed heavily.

He understood Han's reaction.

Putting myself in Han's shoes, if I had experienced everything Han went through, I probably would have wanted to kill Xia Mei.

He had neither the capacity nor the standing to demand that Han forgive him.

This is no longer a problem that can be solved simply by saying sorry.

Lan Tianyu stood quietly to the side, without saying a word from beginning to end.

He understood a principle: one should not advise others to do good without having experienced their suffering.

After Jing Lei was thrown into the Annihilation, the soul-tearing pain that Han endured was a torture that outsiders could not even imagine.

At this moment, any words of advice would be like rubbing salt into a cold, bleeding wound.

Therefore, he chose to remain silent.

Looking at Han Bing's cold and resolute profile, and then at her younger sister who was crying her eyes out, Xia Tian felt extremely bitter.

He wanted to speak up to ease the tension, to say something more on behalf of his sister, and to try to calm Han down.

But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them.

He didn't want to see their relationship sour, but he also understood how justified Han's anger was.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he just lowered his head dejectedly, hesitating to speak several times.

Han completely ignored Xia Tian's conflicted and pained gaze, and her attention returned to the Thunderclap in her hand.

The cold touch calmed her down a little.

She raised her head, her sharp gaze sweeping over Xia Yu and Xia Tian, ​​her voice still icy:

"Where have you thrown my thunderbolt?"

She needed to know what place had caused her connection with the spirit weapon to be suddenly severed, almost costing her her life.

Xia Yu's eyes flickered as he pondered how to vaguely explain the situation.

However, Xia Tian, ​​who was straightforward and almost completely unprepared for the cold, blurted out...

"It's Annihilation. Xia Mei threw your Thunderclap into Annihilation."