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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 **

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My Own Kind!

Editor: Henyee Translations

Observed from the scarred, bleeding, uneven Land of Sins, the Fist King seemed to have surpassed the skyline beyond Manjusaka, the City in the Sky.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. All the sinners, be they attackers or defenders, stared at the sky, dumbfounded.

For hundreds of years, not a single sinner had ever broken through the firmament by force, much less contaminating the supreme, flawless, and impeccable Manjusaka with their filthy, hideous body.

Furious flames were burning between the throat and abdomen of all the sinners. They suddenly had an uncontrollable urge.

Even the thugs and bandits on the leader of Liberty City's side were deeply awed by the dominance of the Fist King. They couldn't help but shout in their hearts, Break it! Break the sky! Break into Manjusaka!

However…