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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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The boy walked among mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Plots eroded his innocence. Lies whittled away his childishness. Betrayals put solid armor on him. Regrets and desires turned into his sharpest blades.

He grew up by stepping on piles of bones. At first, he turned into a young man. Then, he turned into a young man amid the bloody storms and perils. The young man raised his head and saw a throne of bones standing on the peak of the endless corpses, but all the bones were black.

He smiled and walked unhurriedly to the skeleton throne that was destined to be his.

But right then, a head popped up from the pool of blood nearby.

Vulture.

"You again."

He frowned, not very happy.

He was dazed for a moment. He did not remember such a vulture. Why did he say 'again'?