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I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Transcendent awakening, Eternal Night is coming. Pei Jinye transmigrated into a Federation-controlled world as an ordinary high school student, starting off destitute and with a gloomy future. Luckily, he could pick up Attribute Light Groups and synthesize Transcendents. 【Spirit·Blood Spear】: Transform spiritual power into a spear, capable of Devouring the opponent's memories and stripping away their Transcendent! 【Body·King Kong】: Blood energy flourishing, King Kong with Furious Eyes, an invincible Physical Body! 【Power·Savage Mountain】: Unmatched stamina, a force that could swallow ten thousand miles! …… In the Year 404 of the Star Calendar, the divinations were extremely ominous. That year in the Eastern Continent, divine prophecies descended, and disciples of the old gods walked the earth. In the Western Continent, a vile flame shot into the sky, and a Taoist set off with his Golden Lotus. Swordsmen from the North Continent threw down the gauntlet, aiming to be the best in the world. Priests from the Southern Continent, in the name of the new gods, hunted the disciples of the old gods. And Central State became the central battlefield, embroiled in chaos, too preoccupied with internal strife to care for anything else. It was also this year that Pei Jinye agonized over whether he should infiltrate the Federation as a disciple of the old gods or hunt down the disciples of the old gods as a Federation enforcer... "How did everyone end up being my people in the end?"

Old Seal KK · Sci-fi
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768 Chs

[365] Devour Transcendent! Golden Words! (4K for monthly pass and recommendation)_1

The horse-faced man was about to explode with rage.

A bounty hunter was being so arrogant right in front of him.

Was he not afraid of being exposed by him?

He looked at the latest message on the page.

The two words "screw you" couldn't be more conspicuous.

"You motherfucker!"

The horse-faced man was furious.

"What happened?" A more composed voice came from beside him.

Upon hearing this voice, the expression of the horse-faced man relaxed a bit, seemingly somewhat fearful of the other party, "Brother Cong, it's the bounty hunter we contacted earlier. He's asking us for money."

"Oh? He's not dead yet?" The man called Brother Cong came over from next door, dressed in a blue leather jacket and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

However, the scar on the left side of his face and the sinister smile lingering at the corner of his mouth inevitably disrupted his peaceful aura, making him seem somewhat eerie.

"Ah?" The horse-faced man didn't quite catch on.