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Sirian reclined on the bench, gazing up at the crystal sky beyond the railing. It was so pristine he could clearly see the star-ring of rubble spanning the heavens and the twin moons faintly shimmering at the edge of the dome. He was still immersed in the schemes and evil thoughts Rolf had described when, for a moment, he looked toward the wider world. City of the Lonely Tower, Outer Flame Frontier—the world was so vast, yet so small. For no…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian was no stranger to Forbidden Art: Threshold Liberation. As early as the decisive battle in White Cliff Town, he had personally witnessed Deathbird using this power, and later Dekar also possessed this skill. "Rumor has it that before the outbreak of the Dayless Cataclysm, this technique was one that every Transcendent had to study," Rolf slowly recounted the history of this technique, sighing with emotion. "But after the Dayless…
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"The Yang Kui's... Soflova..." Meifuni understood the clan culture of the Torchbearers and knew that the so-called Yang Kui was the clan Sirian belonged to. But as the well-traveled Ms. Love, she had no specific impression of this clan, only a faint feeling that she had heard of it somewhere before. Meifuni was anxious to learn more from Sirian, but he spoke unhurriedly. "Then let's leave it at that, Meifuni." Sirian maintained a relaxed and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“So, like this and like that—those are the facts, more or less.” Bill rattled off the whole story in one breath. His words came too fast and too thick; Sirian stood rooted, brain struggling to digest the torrent. He pieced it together step by step. “Wait—you're saying you and Vilan performed so well on the mission that Chief Rolf took you on as apprentices on the spot?” “Exactly. We're the Chief's apprentices now.” Bill put special…
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Sunlight filtered through the clean glass windows of the hospital, casting long, slanted shadows on the floor. Anya's gaze shifted toward Dailin, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and she spoke to Sirian in a low voice. "I have to stay." Sirian nodded understandingly and didn't say much. He simply gave a brief farewell and left the hospital. Having stayed in the quiet of the hospital for too long, Sirian felt a strange nostalgia upon returning to the hustle and…
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Sunlight filtered through the layered leaves, cut into countless fine pieces of gold foil. Sirian lay on the hospital bed, squinting slightly, his gaze somewhat unfocused as he looked toward the spotless blue sky. "Ah—" He stretched his body forcefully. Over a month had passed since the torrential rain that nearly devoured Heer City; on that day of the downpour, Sirian had slain Dekar and thwarted his conspiracy. Perhaps the residual Power of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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This was a slaughter between demons and demons, a fight that should have taken place in hell, but had now truly descended upon the mortal world. Sirian brandished his lock blade sword, turning into streaks of silver-white lightning. He left a series of dense wounds on Dekar's twisted, swollen, and deformed body, kicking up a pervasive mist of blood. The twin swords alternated nimbly in his hands. In an unintentional moment, he even switched to the rage flow revolver,…
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In the blazing sea of fire, a figure broke through the flickering flames and billowing black smoke, staggering to a halt. It was Dekar. His current appearance could only be described as wretched. Beneath his tattered rags were hideous wounds covering his entire body; on the hand tightly gripping the chain flail, several twisted and broken fingers hung limply. Broken bones pierced through his flesh, exposed to the scorching air and cold rain, as viscous blood dripped continuously,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian, newly adult, a foreigner, current City Guard Bureau staff member, from the Torch-Leading Destiny. Eccentric, hard to understand, aloof and distant, and owes her a large sum of money. Taiwan Novel Network has a complete library, choose as you wish. Above is all Meifuni knew about Sirian in her mind. She often fell into a confused contemplation. Was her almost obsessive attention to Sirian rooted in some form of liking for this 'person' himself, or…
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Elton was completely dazed, his mouth slightly open and his mind a total blank. The sharp, murderous warrior before him was a world away from the delicate Meifuni in his memory. At this moment, Elton realized how absurd his long-term overprotection of her had been, causing him to subconsciously forget her nature as a Transcendent. In front of the narrow alley, wherever the Ink Trace went, it crushed everything in its path. The incredibly sharp spear tip…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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