Soaring the Heavens
A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive! A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature! A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow! The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength! A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope! The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end! Where, pray tell, is the path I should take? Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above! ------ Releasing: Mon, Wed, Fri, and Weekends
The Snowy South Edict (1)
Éditeur: TomYummy /Milkbiscuit
Cultivating was a tedious matter. Ever since Miao Yi had entered closed door cultivation henceforth, he practically never came out.
His cultivation had not reached the state of abstaining from the need to eat and drink. Every ten days or so, he would come out of the stone room to eat something. Then, he would again return back to his quarters to cultivate.
Whenever the little ones perched on the stone door cried out in hunger, he would only transmit his message to Qian’Er and Xue’Er outside to make preparations before ordering the little ones to go out and eat. He would then summon them back once they were done feasting.
Four months later, the Orb of Will in his mouth was only refined by almost twenty percent. He still desired to continue cultivating but in the end, he had no other choice but to exit his closed-door cultivation.