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Infinite Cultivation System!

Note: I kinda messed up this novel, i used it to empty my feelings for a long time so you guys will see my personal ''family bonds, love and loneliness" feelings if you are choosing to read it. It still does have a decent story but i will not write another chapter for some time. Thank you for choosing this novel. -Oleanderr0 the billions of lives he's lived, Admon struggled to end a single evil. When the evil was destroyed, he no longer had a purpose or a cause, nothing but exhaustion pursued him. When asked what he wanted as a reward, he asked for rest, knowledge and power. At the end everything was given to him. Having achieved what he wanted, Admon cultivated for a year and became capable of shaking the world. In ten years, he reached the power to bend reality and space ceased to be a concept for him. At the hundred years, he could enter and exit hell as he wished and the line between life and death began to disappear from his eyes. When it was a thousand years, heaven began to be shaken by him and even the gods had to kneel before him. At ten thousand years, the universe itself had changed its rules to worship him. Despite all this, there was only one thing he wanted: Rest. Will this determined and naïve man ever stop being the centre of the existance and achieve his goal?

Oleanderr0 · Fantasy
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160 Chs

You Are Back Florent!

Lily swallowed and spoke softly as she looked at Florent and stroked his hair:

"I love you Florent, please come back to me."

Lily closed her eyes after these words and got up from her seat and fell on her knees on the floor. She leaned her head on Florent's hand and just stood there, seeming to be trying to rest with the pulse coming from Florent's wrist.

"Lily....Are you trying to break my wrist?"

While Lily was trying to rest, she suddenly heard Florent's voice and jumped from where she was with hyper speed. When she saw Florent looking at her with his eyes, it was as if tears had started to stream down her face, she suddenly jumped on Florent and hugged him.

The longing for love is felt like a melody echoing in the deepest corners of a soul. At first it is shrouded in obscurity, but over time, like the clarity of a painting, it becomes clear. This longing lies at a depth that even time cannot comprehend.