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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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Before the metal flower fully bloomed, devilish laughter came from the depths of the flower.

"Hahahaha. Wahahahaha. Wahahahaha. I'm back. My well-defined face, my strong chest muscles, and—Aiyaya—finally, you're all back. You seem to be stronger than before after a period of rest. Hahahaha!"

His voice was deep and coarse, but it was raised to a high pitch because of his excitement, which made Princess Summer's blood run cold.

It was because she could tell that it was an out-and-out baritone, which was not something that a girl as lovely as Theresa could utter.

What was going on? Theresa? How—how did her voice become like this? What exactly was she wrapped in jade?