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Suddenly, a sword light burst through the clouds from the side, its sword momentum brilliant, directly threatening his face. Yan Guihe had no choice but to strike defensively, but miscalculated the difference in their strengths and was swept back into the encirclement by one sword strike. Shen Muxuan's figure appeared where the sword light had emerged, holding his sword single-handedly, smiling as he looked at him. Half his snow-white robe was soaked through with fresh blood. Facing everyone's surprised…-
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A living person—just gone like that. All three present knew that Yan Guihe had escaped using a secret technique that greatly harmed the body, but what use was knowing? If they couldn't stop him, everything else was just empty talk. Hu Yunu's expression was the ugliest. He immediately turned and ran toward Ming City. Hua Tinglan was equally displeased. He had been dragged into this calamity through no fault of his own, expended so much effort only to come up empty-handed—who could stand that? He…
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In the 14,198th year of the Cultivation Calendar, during the Polar Night. A powerful white light suddenly appeared in the northern sky of the Lantian Realm, illuminating the entire great world as bright as day. The earth collapsed, mountains shook, and the galaxy poured down in reverse. Spiritual qi fluctuated violently, especially severe in the northern part of Zhongzhou Continent. The phenomenon continued until late into the night, when suddenly a massive surge of spiritual qi rushed forth from the…
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The news of Daoist Tianxuan's fall rapidly spread throughout the entire Lantian cultivation world. From the various Dao Integration cultivators at the top down to the Qi Refinement wandering cultivators at the bottom, even cultivation practitioners with the most limited information channels knew that a great power of a realm they couldn't even imagine had fallen. And left behind world-shaking treasures that they could never obtain in their entire lifetimes! Like a drop of water falling into a pot of hot…
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......Huh? Xu Rong looked up in bewilderment at the person who had walked up to him, extending a hand toward him. He came against the light, his figure not particularly tall, yet it inexplicably gave rise to a deep sense of security in one's heart. As if bewitched, Xu Rong reached out and took the offered hand. "Hiss------" He clutched his forehead, eyes widening, looking rather foolish. "I know my disciple is very excited, but first let's attend to the injured." Shen Muxuan held his sword in one…
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When Xie Tingxuan arrived, Yin Lang was leisurely directing the cheap protagonist to plant flowers. In order to win his favorable impression, Xu Rong could be said to be doing his utmost. His meager spiritual energy had to be entirely devoted to supplying the newly sprouted mortal flower seeds, lest the fragile seeds be unable to withstand the abundant spiritual energy of the immortal sect. He had no choice but to rely entirely on his physical endurance to plant an entire flower bed. Sweat mixed with mud…
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Yuan Daozhu, the only remaining Dao Integration stage powerhouse of the Lantian Realm's Taihua Immortal Sect, and the fundamental foundation for Taihua Immortal Sect's status among the immortal sects. In the battle for the Primordial Jade a thousand years ago, all three daozhus of the immortal sects suffered varying degrees of injuries and were forced to enter seclusion to heal, retreating behind the scenes. Shortly after powerful auras erupted from the back mountain, news that the daozhu was about to…
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Yuan Daozhu barely managed to block this sword strike through sheer danger and peril. Circulating his dense spiritual qi, he forcefully suppressed the sword light that Yin Lang had released outward. He was both shocked and furious. "What madness has possessed you?" "No madness." Yin Lang followed the spiritual pressure and sat back, leaning against the carved pillars of the palace corridor. Tilting his head back, he said unhurriedly, "I just wanted to test how much damage the self-destruction of a peak…
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Yuejiang Peak was perpetually blanketed in heavy snow. Fine, scattered snowflakes fell from the firmament, drifting densely across the endless snowfield, yet the accumulated snow never deepened by even a layer. Hua Feiying ran forward, lifting the hem of her skirt, leaving footprints that instantly restored themselves to smooth, pristine snowfield the moment she lifted her feet. In the distance across the boundless snowfield, a small courtyard built of withered bamboo stood alone and desolate. The…
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Early the next morning, Xu Rong was still in a dazed and drowsy state when he was dragged out of his soft cotton quilt by his collar. He groggily opened his eyes, and before he could see what was in front of him clearly, his body felt light and cool. By the time he fully regained consciousness, he was already among the clouds. White clouds drifted beneath his feet, and a gentle breeze brushed against his face. Xu Rong was dumbfounded. "...Master, where are we going?" "The Treasure Artifact Pavilion.…
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