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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

"Huhuhuhu, destruction is glory, death is home. Soldiers of Hell, charge! Kill!"

"Motor furnace above!"

"Maintenance! Maintenance! Maintenance!"

The Thousand Gates Mountain of the Blood Demon Sector was wreathed in smoke, venomous fog, and soaring bloody clouds. Countless devils were fighting each other like wild bees.

Black Jack and his harem were crouching on a high tube a few kilometers away, observing the situation of the battle carefully.

It was the first time that Theresa had seen a war of the demon race. More precisely speaking, it was the first time that she had witnessed the brutal, large-scale battles of the natives of the world of magic.

He could not help but widen his eyes. He stimulated his eyeballs with his magical energy and condensed an invisible 'telescope' in front of him with the laws of optics, not missing any detail.

Theresa had thought that the Thousand Gates Mountain was truly a 'mountain'.