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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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Sacrifice

Editor: Henyee Translations

The Unchaotic Valley in the fog was like a physics nightmare.

Pale flames flickered in the debris that collapsed hundreds of years earlier, staring at the scouts as if the eyes of countless ghosts that were still alive.

The remains of battle puppets, crystal tanks, and starships were all over the place. Most of them were left hundreds of years previously and therefore were rusty and moldy. At first look, they looked like the rotting internal organs of a behemoth that were emitting a disgusting spell.

Even crystal tanks and crystal suits could not prevent the smell. Or maybe… that was fear.

Sitting at the center of a reconnaissance car, Gao Huan put a dark cold cover on his head and detected the unusual changes deep inside the fog with the talents of a Supersensitive Agent.

"How about it, Drunk Cat?"

Surprisingly, the captain did not roar but asked in a low voice, "Is the dog nose in your head as sharp as before?"

"Of course."