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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 **

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The ghost of the little girl entangled Wan Zanghai and hugged the old man who had one foot in hell. Her questions dissected the souls of Wan Zanghai like a shining lancet, making the lips of the leader of the civilization of mankind and the commander-in-chief of the coalition fleet tremble. Her eyes were cloudy, and she was rendered speechless.

"Why didn't you bring us?"

"Why didn't you bring us?"

"Why didn't you bring us?"

The ghost of the little girl did not notice anything wrong with the old man. She was still asking innocently.

"…I'm sorry, Bai Linger. I'm sorry."

Wan Canghai trembled and extended his twisted hands, trying to hold his sister's ghost. However, translucent ripples of life slid off his fingertips like white, smooth sand.

"I was wrong. I was really wrong!"

Wan Canghai sobbed. "It doesn't matter how you want to take revenge on me. Come on, Bai Ling'er. Take my soul away and bury it with you on Earth forever!"