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For as long as Sirian could remember, the Beacon Lighthouse had stood like a sentinel atop White Cliff Town. Its existence had long transcended that of a mere building, becoming an eternal mark flowing in the townsfolk's blood—as natural as the sun and moon's rotation, and as unshakeable as the changing seasons. Until today. The scarlet sun suddenly collapsed into a crimson spear, and as this forbidden light pierced the sky, the entire lighthouse crumbled in a…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Reality is different from novels; in novels, events require logical reasoning and lengthy build-up, but reality does not. One moment, everyone was dancing; the next, the apocalypse had arrived. What happened, happened. It was sudden and irresistible, like a meteorite falling to earth. The people involved had no choice but to accept it. A fierce wind, carrying countless sparks, crackled against Sirian's body. Under successive impacts, the high wall burned, leaving only tall ruins, and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The twin moons hung high, the stars twinkled, and a silken ring of stars flowed by. Sirian, having mastered the dance steps, took Ava's waist and weaved through the crowd. Laughter filled their ears, and the scent of fine wine wafted to their noses. Ava whispered, "Is Tim still watching us?" "He wouldn't miss this beautiful moment, even if he isn't the main character." Sirian smiled in response, then changed his tone, saying, "Tim likes you very much." "And…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The firelight from the boiling sword shone on Nun's face; his expression remained unchanged, but his grip on the sword tightened, his knuckles turning white. "I can smell the aura of Chaos Follower on you. I never thought a sworn breaker would dare to appear before me." When mentioning'sworn breaker', Nun's voice was hoarse, almost squeezed through his teeth. "Haha, I also have some backing, that's why I dared to appear before you." The Deathbird's words were…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Pol climbed the high wall. Amidst the flickering flames, Nun stood silently by the wall, like a weather-beaten sculpture. "Nun, the celebration has started. Why are you hiding here without a word?" Nun gazed at the wilderness, not responding. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that your presence will make the townspeople uncomfortable... especially Sirian and the others?" Pol, having had some wine, said with a slight tipsiness, "Indeed, everyone respects you greatly, perhaps…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian observed himself in the mirror. Compared to before, Sirian's physique had become more robust, which was precisely the benefit brought by the Trait: Resilient Body. This general ability was possessed by almost every Path's Transcendent, and as their rank increased, this Trait would be further strengthened, comprehensively enhancing the Transcendent's physical qualities. Raising his left hand, Sirian's face showed a look of doubt. Ever since the ouroboros seal no…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“Ah…” After a long groan, Sirian groggily climbed out of bed. The pattering rain outside was noisy, yet it felt quiet, making one want to burrow back under the covers. Pushing open the bedroom door, Sirian saw Ava sitting at the dining table, holding a cookbook with a worried expression. “What’s bothering you?” Sirian stretched and leaned in behind Ava. Ava said without turning her head, “I’m researching a new dish, but many of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Tania stood atop the ruins, from where she could perfectly overlook White Cliff Town in the distance, with vast swathes of ashes rising like a localized snowfall. She closed her eyes tightly, and a flickering glow enveloped her body. “If the ‘Omen’ is correct, the person you’re looking for is in that small town,” Tania said, opening her eyes. “Based on the detected Origin Energy reaction, the opponent is at least above Tier Four.” “Is that so? We’ve…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Day arrived, and the warm sun caressed the earth, repelling the grey mist wherever it touched. "It's finally over..." After taking some time to recover his strength, Sirian finally noticed the changes in the soul marrow concentration within him. Initially, Sirian thought that by continuously slaying demons, he could steadily increase his soul marrow concentration. However, when the number of slain demons reached a certain threshold, he could clearly feel…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After slaughtering the demons, Sirian reignited the extinguished Torch-Leading Destiny, and clusters of pure white light connected with each other. In the illusory sound of burning, the gray fog was driven away once more. Sirian sighed in relief, wiped the blood from his face, leaned on his sword, and tried his best to recover his strength. The entire killing process seemed fluid, but it was a considerable burden on Sirian. To eliminate the demons as quickly as…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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