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【The bones of the Ancestral God lie beneath the World Tree. The white ribs have transformed into the spine of the snow mountain, while the blood and tears are the melted snow water, flowing through the crisscrossed ravines of the wilderness to become rivers, lakes, and seas. He witnessed the ignorant mountain folk offering sacrifices and prayers. A single tear fell from the corner of His eye, blooming into ice-blue flowers upon the snow. The emotionless and desireless God felt sorrow…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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On the other side, men and women gathered in the front hall of the temple, some standing and others sitting, their expressions uniformly marked by a legible sorrow. Not far away, the sacrificial pit seethed with screams and weeping, accompanied by the tooth-gritting sound of bones grinding together. Although death had not yet truly claimed them, the shadow it cast as it descended shrouded everyone beneath it. Each of them knew clearly that the sacrificial pit was being filled with…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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【Name: Insomnia Syndrome Pathogen】 【Type: ##】 【Effect: Causes people to contract "insomnia syndrome," which can be spread to anyone through contact in the "real world" and lies dormant in the body, with the holder determining the onset time and intensity.】 North America, a team of young people marched in the streets, holding banners high and spouting clichés about "freedom and equality"; two young Black men took the opportunity to rush into a roadside shop, grabbing gold jewelry…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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"The Mother Goddess does not allow us to see her, so naturally, we drift further and further away from her. The Snow Mountain does not welcome us, so naturally, we cannot see it during the day. We can only let nature take its course and use our piety to move Them." Tashi spoke a long string of mystical words and continued forward on his own. The massive, sturdy herd of yaks followed behind him, forming a moving hill in the pure white world. The players, however, did not dare to follow them any…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Lu Li and Xu Yao also stepped out of their tents, immediately noticing the two distinct shadows beneath Qi Si's feet. Xu Yao observed for a while and clicked her tongue in wonder. "Qi Si, did you get haunted by a Shadow Ghost? But I don't sense the aura of any other Ghosts here." "Shadow Ghost?" Qi Si's eyebrows twitched slightly. Lu Li explained, "The Shadow Ghost is a type of ghost found only in ancient supernatural tales. It disguises…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Yiyu squatted in a corner of the tent, looking at Zhou Ke lying in the center of the tent, unsure whether to lie down or continue sitting. Even if Zhou Ke were a normal person, being alone with a man in such a confined space would make her uncomfortable, let alone with a humanoid whose actions were unpredictable... Zhang Yiyu was afraid that if she closed her eyes, when she opened them again, she would see something terrifying, like in Jiangcheng, where she was surrounded by flesh and severed…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Blood, everywhere was blood... Zhis stood in a pool of blood, gazing into the distance. The continuous mountain ridges lay on the vast earth, like a sleeping woman. For a moment, he saw the white-haired, white-robed Ancestral God crouching like a beast, slightly raising its head, looking at him sideways. The tent behind him had disappeared at some point, and golden vines began to drift between heaven and earth, falling from the high sky without root or source, lightly brushing his cheeks. He…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Multicolored prayer flags fluttered in the wind, reflecting a dull gray under the black sky. Baima held a whip, driving the sheep up the mountain, leaving a string of dark footprints on the deep snow. She suddenly began to sing, her clear voice echoing through the mountains and fields, bouncing off the ice walls and returning, layer upon layer of echoes drifting in mid-air, as if countless people were singing in harmony. They sang: "Om Ah Hum, may the Savior protect all beings; Om Ah Hum, may the God…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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When Qi Si and Lin Chen returned to the inn, Fu Jue's group was already sitting inside. Sang Ji sat behind the counter, his cloudy eyes set under wrinkled eyelids, staring unblinkingly at the players in the hall. Fu Jue picked up a crumpled booklet from the table and handed it to the late-arriving Qi Si: "Clue one: NPCs in the instance who haven't completed their atonement have the primary task of delivering us. Deliverance must follow…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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"How much is this prayer wheel?" Qi Si asked the shopkeeper. This was a shop specializing in esoteric Buddhist artifacts. On the wooden table directly opposite the door was an idol of Mahakala, with six arms spread wide and waving; on the side shelf were various ritual implements: Kapala bowls and bone horns, Rodapin and human skin drums. Most numerous were the prayer wheels. The shopkeeper, clad in a kasaya, sat cross-legged on a futon, eyes tightly shut, turning prayer beads with his left hand,…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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