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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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編集者: Atlas Studios

It was a portable speaker that used dry batteries.

Music was one of the few entertainment for the devils in the Furious Blood Wasteland.

It was especially so for the devils who had taken the stimulant drugs. When they were fighting, gambling, or venting their primitive desires, they loved to play crazy rock music to liven things up.

Boss Gold Tooth pressed the play button. The sound of wailing metal immediately came from the speaker.

Bai Xiaolu and Wan Zanghai both had a headache.

Boss Gold Tooth pursed his lips. He pulled out the player on the speaker, crushed it, and threw it out of the window into the sandstorm.

Then, he carefully took out his own player from his chest and plugged it in. The melodious old song immediately reverberated in the stuffy coach, bringing a bit of coolness.

"In the heavenlike West Virginia

There was the Nando River in the Blue Ridge Mountains.