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Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal, bloody, shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness! “No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest! “In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze and illuminate the whole world!” ------ ** Qidian International and the former translator, Mr. Strivon, have reached an agreement to buy out the chapters and host them on our site. We will be continuing the translation from the last chapter translated by Mr. Strivon **

The Enlightened Master Crouching Cow · Sci-fi
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Editor: Atlas Studios

However, his fingers and eyes seemed to be manipulated by a mysterious force as he flipped through the pages.

As the characters flickered, a vivid, illusory, and real modern world of cultivation appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to be able to see the lackluster sky, the red and purple gutter, the rusted magical equipment graveyard, and the countless "garbage bugs" living inside. He could even clearly smell the nauseating yet incomparably familiar smell that was a mix of rot, mold, and blood.

"What—what is going on?"

"Why does this d*mn 'Magical Equipment Graveyard' look so familiar? It's clearly a very pale and weak template for descriptions and routines. It's no different from the novels I've read before. I can't tell how skilled the author is, but it feels… it feels different!"

"Is it my imagination?