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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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Theresa took a deep breath.

She felt that she needed to calm down or she would go crazy.

Thankfully, she had seen it before. She was no stranger to the stuff that her female companion had used in the Pangu Universe.

However…

"There are no small wings?"

Theresa tried her best to control her trembling hands. She took the 'Devil Sealing Bag' and weighed it in her hands, only to discover that it was a long, fair, fat bag that seemed to be filled with fine sand. It was thicker, heavier, and rougher than similar products in the Pangu Universe. Besides, there was no place to stick it. It was tied up by a few rubber bands that looked like a loincloth. No wonder it was named 'Devil Sealing Bag'.

"What did you say?" Princess Summer was dazed for a moment.

"N-nothing."