Cultivation Chat Group
One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
F * ck, I'm dead?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In a burst of sparks, the spatial gate to the 'Netherworld Realm' closed.
Senior White, wrapped in a sheet, gazed at the water droplets of the 'Heavenly Dao Molt Ball' floating in space.
"It's over," Senior White muttered.
The virtuous lamia nodded in agreement.
The events had unfolded rapidly—from the sudden collision of the smoke dragon to the explosion of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, then the smoke dragon snatching the sneakers and core, and finally the brief mental showdown between the smoke dragon and the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball. It all happened so quickly that no one had time to react.
In the vastness of space, the dismembered body of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball floated silently. It resembled countless water droplets. It hadn't been completely obliterated; each droplet remained in motion, but there was no indication of them reassembling anytime soon.