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The Mage of Primordial Chaos

Please check out my newest book, Xianxia Online! --- From the moment Xuan Kai was born, he was fated to suffer. Devoid of any magical powers in a world where arcane power rules all, no one could protect him after his parents were assassinated. Betrayed by his friends, cheated on by his fiancee, and humiliated by his own family, no one would've blamed him if he ended his own life. However, he remembered his mother's final words as she passed him a stone pendant - "Live on." And as he held the rough rock in his hand, unbeknownst to himself, a never seen before magic element began waking in his body... "If fate wants to make me suffer, I will defy fate itself. If destiny wants me to die, I'll kill destiny first. If the heavens want to crush me, I will stand up against even the heavens!" ---------- Other novels: Endzone: Simulated Apocalypse/Xianxia Online/Ascension: Online/The Legendary Ghost Hunter Discord: https://discord.gg/g326rUc5Jv Support my friend's cause! https://gofund.me/957b8a05 ---------- The first arcs of this story have some illogical parts/interactions to it, which I apologize for. This is my first novel, so I wasn't that good at the time. However, if you keep reading beyond (chapter 80-100+) I guarantee you will not regret it. ---------- Note: The background image isn't mine. DM me on Discord for removal. ----------

Cyclxne · Fantasy
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The Underground City

Soon after, I picked Feng Mian and Axilia both up, and headed back up to the village at the top of the mountain. The latter was acting like a baby and punching me the whole flight up, screaming about how she wanted to kill more, but I forced her to come along with me with the promise that she would be able to kill a bunch of things once we entered the portal and got sent to where-ever the hell it was going to send us to.

In any case, when we arrived, the village head was already there, waiting for us. The other villagers, however, were still nowhere to be seen, hiding like a bunch of cowards. Not that I blame them—for a group of people like them and the circumstances they live in, feeling scared of the new and being cowardly is a perfectly natural thing.

"Have you collected all the fragments?" The village head asked, and I gave a nod before showing him the four collected fragments in my hand. The light ones, of course, were invisible, but he got the point.