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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

"What is this place?"

"Prepare for battle! Everyone, prepare for battle!"

"I'm wounded. Where are the Medusas? I'm wounded!"

After the previous two teleportations, none of the devilized people dared to underestimate the danger of the dark space that had been sealed for ten thousand years.

Fearing that some other man-eating vines or ferocious demon beasts might show up, they all raised their weapons high as if they were faced with a great enemy. The steam-assisted power units on their armor spurted out powerful air currents, pushing the sharpness of their weapons three to five meters away and illuminating a small space.

It was beyond his expectation. There was nothing but dead silence.

Below his feet was not soft and moist humus, but real metal.

Theresa lowered her head and discovered that she was standing on the deck of a super-large warship from thousands of years ago.