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The Magus Era

Long ago, there were people who stood upon the earth with their heads held high. They never bowed to anyone because of their indomitable spirit. They were capable of controlling wind and lightning, and conquering dragons and serpents. They seemed strong enough to split the earth and shatter the stars with their fists. They traveled throughout the land and called themselves Magi. Eventually, one of them would become a Supreme Magus! These men are the ancestors of human beings. Their blood is what we all share today. Qing Long is the former strongest man in the world. He traveled through space and time and was reborn as Ji Hao in the Fire Crow Clan of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a complicated world. Forces from both inside and outside of the clan want this young and talented boy to die. Under great pressure, Ji Hao makes a deal with a mysterious man, who resides in his spiritual space, never showing his real face. He gains two drops of blood from a dragon and phoenix. Afterwards, Ji Hao becomes increasingly more powerful. -------- Releasing: Everyday

Blood Red · Oriental
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1901 Chs

Heng Xing

Éditeur: Hitesh_

A calming power spread out in all directions, making the people feel warm and safe from the deepest parts of their souls. Steel Bull Clan people showed peaceful smiles. Their tightened faces were loosened, as they pressed their foreheads against the ground devotedly, calling the names of Priest Hua and Priest Mu loudly.

Ji Hao opened his erect eyes, and sensed some strong and magical power spreading out from these people faintly, like streams flowing towards the stone building in the center of the village. He carefully reached his spirit power into the stone building, and saw an incense burner table at the center of the building. A large, exquisitely softened piece of leather was hanging on the wall, with full-length portraits of Priest Hua and Priest Mu painted on it.

On the painting, Priest Mu sat on a large rock with crossed legs, his right hand naturally put on his knee, and left hand gently holding a faintly golden flower. He was smiling, mysteriously and unfathomably.