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This was not the first time Sirian had experienced a Source Energy Tide, so there was no panic or anxiety in his heart, only a near-pathological, eager impulse. Although the combined forging vehicle had encountered various accidents along the way, it had never faced a true crisis. It was time to be tested! Sirian swung the lock blade sword. Amidst the humming vibration, he slashed out a huge arc, like a scythe harvesting straw, sweeping across the edge of light…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Two men and one dog stared at the pitch-black rift, looking at each other in dismay. The wilderness is like this: a maze that is constantly changing, where you can never predict what kind of tribulations await you next. "This place looks like it was created by the influence of the Liminal Gray Area, definitely not formed naturally," Sirian suggested. "Should we try to go around it?" "We could go around, but the problem is, who knows how long this rift actually is, or how many…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After determining the exact location of the combined forging vehicle with the beacon and updating the route, Sirian's night watch reached its most tedious phase. He sat by the long-cold bonfire, the lock blade sword and boiling sword resting on his knees, meditating amidst the howls of the demons. Under normal circumstances, Sirian's meditation would continue from midnight until dawn. As time slowly passed, the pitch-black sky gradually revealed hints of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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When the combined forging vehicle left Heer City, the cold autumn rainy season was coming to an end. During their wandering in the wilderness, the season approached winter, and the nighttime temperatures dropped sharply, not to mention the Liminal Gray Area was already filled with a chill. After the two humans and one dog had their fill, they sat around the burning campfire, chatting idly. Sirian cursed, 'Damn it, you still did it.' Bruce retorted, 'Didn't you…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Wilderness. The scarred, desolate world was always eerily quiet. Apart from faint bird calls and the rustle of rats scurrying over gravel, only the sound of strong winds whipping through rotten wood and withered grass remained. When everything became too still, time seemed to freeze, until the distant roar of machinery shattered the prolonged silence. And so, time began to flow once more. At the horizon's edge, the combined forging vehicle rumbled forward, crashing through obstructive…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Year 434 of the City-state Calendar, the Dark World. The sky was like an impenetrable curtain, blocking the sunlight behind lead-gray clouds. Even though it was noon, the gloom made it seem as if night was about to fall. On the barren land, amidst weathered and ruined debris, living flesh spread and contracted like massive, still-pulsating organs, clinging slimy to broken walls and ruins. In deeper shadowy crevices, countless monstrous demons lurked. Crimson eyes flickered in the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The wilderness. The cracked, decaying earth spread toward the horizon like a dried-up riverbed; weathered ruins stood like the skeletons of giants, and the twisted branches of scattered dead trees stretched out in desperate grasping gestures amidst the howling wind. Birds streaked across the desolate sky. Suddenly, a burst of cheerful singing rang out, jarringly out of place with the bleak scenery. "I promise you—" Accompanying the song was the roar of a Source Energy engine and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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…
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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