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Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

After transmigrating, Shen Yuan initially thought he would be able to join an immortal sect and live forever in luxury under the aid of the system. However, who could have predicted that the Falling Clouds Sect, mentioned in the novice guide mission, had been destroyed ten thousand years ago? He was late by a full ten thousand years! His path to immortality seemed to have lost all hope, but Shen Yuan has found a completely new approach to the system missions. If the Falling Clouds Sect had been destroyed for ten thousand years, no one should object if I claim myself the Sect Master, right? He wrote his name in the list of Sect Masters. Hidden achievement completed: Sect Master, rewarded with Earthly Destroyer Divine Power: Pot's Heaven. A Demon Path Giant from ten thousand years ago left a remnant soul, preparing to hide in a ring and act like a grandfather? He destroyed the ring in a backhand manner. Hidden achievement completed: Demon Path Nemesis, rewarded with Earthly Destroyer Divine Power: Gods Purging. An ancient forbidden land from ten thousand years ago, left with nothing but desolate hills and graves due to Spirit Energy depletion? He sent a construction team to remodel the scenic area and moved the graves one by one. Hidden achievement completed: Leveling the Ancient Wilderness, rewarded with the Heavenly General Divine Power: Seven Arrowhead. While Shen Yuan was busy collecting hidden achievements, rumors of a powerful return of the Falling Clouds Sect quietly spread throughout the whole Cultivation World.

Not falling fish · Fantasi Timur
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801 Chs

Chapter 43: Schemes Exhausted_1

The four Pavilion Masters at the gambling table were taken aback, none of them expecting Shen Yuan to propose such a contest condition.

After a moment, a loud burst of laughter erupted throughout the entire Gambling Pavilion.

The Treasure House Master's body rolled with laughter, shaking with a sound that was deafening. The Magical Artifacts House Master's cold expression had now completely transformed into one of pity, his sharp laughter akin to piercing one's eardrums.

The Master of the Calculation Pavilion was both laughing and coughing, his skeletal frame appearing as if it might collapse at any moment.

As for the Gambling House Master, he was already bending over in uncontrollable laughter, unaware of the wound that had been torn open beneath his makeup.

The laughter, akin to the mournful wails of a ghost, gradually ceased. The Treasure House Master rubbed his slightly stiff face and declared without any hesitation:

"I'll take the bet."