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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 **

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There was nothing but darkness after the 'coffin' was closed. Some thick, stinky liquid was poured in from the top of the coffin. After it filled the entire coffin, it immediately turned extremely tensile, like the buffer foam that was employed in crystal warships, which could suppress the outburst of one's strength to the largest extent.

With such thorough measures, if Li Yao were not here, there was no way that the Fire Ant King could get out.

Li Yao could only calculate the time in silence. It took 42 minutes and 33 seconds from when they set off from the port where the devilish warship was docked to when the 'coffin' was opened again.

Therefore, it was safe to assume that the war base in the North Pole was no smaller than the Mausoleum of Chaos.

When he was pulled out of the coffin, the Fire Ant King pretended that he was feeble and moaned, taking the chance to let out Neltharion.

In front of Li Yao was a very special chamber.