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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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"Flood? The Swallowing Empire?"

Theresa was shocked and anxious.

She had to find a way to escape and tell the shocking intelligence to everyone on the Jadeite Continent and in the Pangu Universe.

But Lord Cooper burst into arrogant laughter, which was weirdly discordant with his feminine face.

BOOM!

Right then, an earsplitting explosion took place. Black Jack was immediately wreathed in flames and smoke.

As it turned out, the second batch of reinforcements had been teleported from the Thousand Gates Mountain to the crimson palace with a smaller version of the Hell Destroyer Cannon.

"My king!"

The loyal soldiers of the Hell Destroyer Clan crowded close.

"Idiot."

Without looking at them, General Cooper spat in the direction where Black Jack should've been torn apart. "I don't care about the Flood Tide or the Swallowing Empire. Our race will never yield!"

"Is that so?