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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 **

The Enlightened Master Crouching Cow · SF
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Glass Ball

編集者: Atlas Studios

He seemed to have woken up from a long sleep that had lasted billions of years. He yawned and smiled at Dream Traveler.

In Traveler Meng's eyes, the smile was even more hideous than the faces of the ghosts in the deepest part of hell.

"Stop him! Stop him! Stop him!"

The Dream Traveler's face was pale. His screams drilled into the ears of all the awakeners and scratched their brains brutally.

CRACK! CRACK!

The iron chair he was sitting on had automatic locks that could lock the wrists and ankles of the person sitting on it. However, he had been very cooperative just now, and there were no problems with the first three tests. The grey mist lady did not want to push him too hard, so she did not force him to lock himself.

But right now, it was too late for the spring lock to snap back.