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I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Transcendent awakening, Eternal Night is coming. Pei Jinye transmigrated into a Federation-controlled world as an ordinary high school student, starting off destitute and with a gloomy future. Luckily, he could pick up Attribute Light Groups and synthesize Transcendents. 【Spirit·Blood Spear】: Transform spiritual power into a spear, capable of Devouring the opponent's memories and stripping away their Transcendent! 【Body·King Kong】: Blood energy flourishing, King Kong with Furious Eyes, an invincible Physical Body! 【Power·Savage Mountain】: Unmatched stamina, a force that could swallow ten thousand miles! …… In the Year 404 of the Star Calendar, the divinations were extremely ominous. That year in the Eastern Continent, divine prophecies descended, and disciples of the old gods walked the earth. In the Western Continent, a vile flame shot into the sky, and a Taoist set off with his Golden Lotus. Swordsmen from the North Continent threw down the gauntlet, aiming to be the best in the world. Priests from the Southern Continent, in the name of the new gods, hunted the disciples of the old gods. And Central State became the central battlefield, embroiled in chaos, too preoccupied with internal strife to care for anything else. It was also this year that Pei Jinye agonized over whether he should infiltrate the Federation as a disciple of the old gods or hunt down the disciples of the old gods as a Federation enforcer... "How did everyone end up being my people in the end?"

Old Seal KK · SF
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872 Chs

【375】Reinforced! Mutation! God! (Seeking Monthly Pass, Recommendations, and Authentic Version)_2

Little Red Luo was already furious.

How could she let Silver Art take the lead now?

She clapped her hands together.

The walls on both sides of the ancient bridge, along with the ground, suddenly tore open a huge gash, aiming to devour the Cloaked Swordsman.

But it was only a moment.

A "clang" sounded.

The crystal-clear blade was unsheathed in an instant, and the previously restrained murderous intent surged freely like released restraints.

The earthen spikes in front of him shattered effortlessly in an instant.

With a "whoosh".

The tip of the sword was pointed at Little Red Luo's throat.

It was then that a silvery light burst forth.

If the Xuan Iron-forged longsword's murderous rage boiled in the hands of this formidable swordsman, comparable to a strong contemporary one bursting forth with force enough to challenge the heavens,

Then the current silvery light seemed as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree; it was too inconspicuous.