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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…-
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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Sirian saw the blooming signal flare in the distance. In his memory, the last time a signal flare exploded over White Cliff Town was several years ago. That night, hordes of demons squeezed a gap in the high wall and invaded White Cliff Town through the shadows between buildings. Nun held the line at the gap all night, not retreating an inch, and the bravely advancing guards swung their swords and fired, shooting down one demon after another. That was still the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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As Sirian expected, before afternoon, all the townspeople knew about the success of the ritual. A few more days passed, and rumors began to brew and ferment, exaggerated with various embellishments, making Sirian's ritual process sound incredibly miraculous. Sirian didn't mind, continuing his work methodically. In yet another deep night, he ascended the high wall with Tim, swords and guns in hand. "Do you know? The townspeople are all saying you're even stronger than our…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After a night of slaughter, Sirian returned to the two-story house. Before he even pushed open the door, a waft of fragrance reached him from inside. Sirian stepped into the house and immediately saw Ava bustling about. “Oh, you’re back so early. Was your patrol smooth?” Ava asked with a smile, seeing Sirian return safely. “Smoother than ever.” Sirian pulled out a chair and sat down, exhausted. Even after officially becoming…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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