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The gazes of the Seven True Gods were like seven invisible divine blades, converging upon Lu Yan’s towering Emperor Avatar. Divine light flickered unpredictably in their eyes, concealing depths unfathomable. With their perception as the this world's only ones, they naturally saw through the nature of the Emperor Avatar with ease. Though vast in form and exuding an extraordinary aura, the true strength of this Emperor Avatar was at most on par with a Sequence Two secret deity of…-
3.5 M • Ongoing
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The moment that terrifying, sky-obscuring face formed from storm clouds enveloped the entirety of Orank, Lu Yan felt it with chilling clarity—a supreme and exalted will, boundless in its majesty, locked onto him like an invisible shackle. That will was so vast and overpowering it felt like the fury and judgment of the entire world itself, leaving him with not even the faintest thought of resistance. Then, to his horror, Lu Yan discovered something even more unimaginable—time around him had begun…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Since Anna’s successful advancement to the position of Warden of Impermanence and her acceptance of the Yama Authority, the spread and development of the underworld’s faith had grown wings, entering an unprecedented period of rapid expansion. This newly promoted Fifth Hall Yama King, despite her petite and adorable loli appearance, acted with decisiveness and thunderous efficiency, exuding a presence and authority that completely belied her looks. Stationed at the underworld temple in Macdon…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Lu Yan’s voice echoed throughout the divine hall, each word seemingly imbued with supreme authority, directly imprinted into the depths of Anna’s soul. “Yama King!” The instant those three words were spoken, the black seal floating silently in Lu Yan’s palm erupted with a thick, ink-like radiance. The entire divine hall of the underworld was consumed by this ghostly glow, plunging into a deep and oppressive darkness. Only the two characters for “Yama” at the base of the seal shone with…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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The turbid waters of the Yellow Springs spanned the illusory dimensions, seemingly reflecting the rise and fall of the Seven Nations, threading through the entire course of the era. And as that invitation from the Yellow Springs concluded, the six Angel Kings departed. The briefly descending myth returned to the haze of history between the real and the unreal. Only the lingering chill from the Other Shore within the mysterious world remained to prove its descent had ever occurred. Aside from the…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Silence enveloped the ruined ancestral hall, so deep and absolute that even time seemed to lose its meaning within it. Only when the brilliant yet annihilating sword light vanished—like it had never appeared at all—did the remaining six Angel Kings jolt awake, as if recovering from a momentary blackout. Their expressions carried a faint trace of confusion as they slowly regained clarity. Their thoughts lingered on the moment just before that eternal sword descended. There was a minuscule…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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The seven Angel Kings scrutinized the dilapidated temple, their gazes finally converging on the figure seated cross-legged on the cushion beneath the offering platform. None of them spoke. Each chose a still-intact cushion and quietly sat down. Yet, in the act of sitting, and in the way they looked at Lu Yan, there was an involuntary trace of inexplicable caution. This pressure—born not from the magnificence of golden palaces or divine sanctity, but from the surrounding atmosphere and the Daoist…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Lu Yan’s action seemed simple, but in truth, it carried a profound interference with strange rules and even causality at the highest level. He knew very well that the platinum invitation thrown out by the Seven Great Orthodox Churches was far from an ordinary one. At its core was a rule at least equivalent to a Zero-Rank Sealed Item, layered with the power of the seven Archangels—a blatant stratagem laid bare for all to see. To accept the invitation? That would be no different than stepping…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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In the depths of the royal palace in Orank, within a secluded chamber prepared exclusively for Lu Yan. The air still retained a trace of chaotic Dao resonance from a recent ascension, faintly revealing the illusory image of an Imperial Aspect that fused the order of the Divine Court with the pollution of the Old Ones. Even a mere lingering wisp of that aura distorted time and space within the chamber, twisting causality itself and rendering any form of deduction impossible. At the center of the…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Oranke, Steam Grand Cathedral. Pope Zieg III, the venerable old man who ordinarily wielded awe-inspiring authority over the fate of countless believers, was at this moment walking with uncharacteristic urgency. His steps carried an anxiety that clashed with his dignified position, as he rushed down a secret passage that only the highest-ranking clergy were permitted to tread—descending deeper into the underground of the cathedral. Before long, a colossal bronze door etched with intricate…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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