Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Old Wu quickly helped Lu Pei off the ground, not realising that this kneeling gesture would be something that he, and he alone, could receive from someone like Lu Pei.
Someone who would rise explosively through the ranks like a shooting star, and stand by side with even the most arrogant sons and daughters of heaven.
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The wind was cool yet inviting, whilst the sun was scorching and unforgiving. The juxtaposition of the two resulted in the creation of a day where one would gladly accept the sun’s punishment to bask in the sweet relief the wind gave.
In an old rundown ruin that was once his bed for many hours following a terrible defeat, sat a figure silently in the lotus position with his eyes closed. In his hands was an old wrinkled scroll.
The paper was cheap and commonplace. A one-time use sort of thing for the wrapping of raw meat. The smell that wafted from it was indicative of its origin.
Trash… this was the perfect way to describe it. If it was left in the street, no one would spare it a second glance, as that was its place of residence.
Yet it was this piece of trash that was the reason for this person’s perseverance. For upon this time-worn page were a few scribblings of something most profound.
The Primordial Law.
{The Dao Produced One,
One Produced Two,
Two Produced Three
And Three Produced All things.
Find simplicity in the complex
Find complexity in the simple
One Is The Origin
The Origin Is The Truth
Expel Three And Take In One
For One Is Truth.}
This was a law of sorts that pervaded the cultivation world known as the Primordial Law. The Primordial Law was a strange existence within the cultivation world.
It existed since time immemorial. It was also passed down through the ages and is recognised as the starting line of cultivation.
Almost all cultivators were familiar with its words. It became something akin to a rite of passage for a cultivator to know these words.
Even Long Di came to know this Law after a while through virtue of his parents before he took his cultivation any further. This was b
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