Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
The entire camp was filled with morning mist as the cultivators started stirring. Hui Yue had been awake all night, and a smile was present on his face as he looked at the massive forest and mountains that towered in front of him. Excitement boiled in his blood, and his adrenaline was pumping. The young man was so eager to rush into the forests, but he forced himself to stay back.
For one, he was simply unaware of where the so-called grave even was. All he knew was that it was an opening in the ground covered with a locking inscription. An inscription so strong that Hui Yue assumed at least four or five Saints would need to pour all their energy into themselves to forcefully break the inscriptions. Unlike everyone else who thought that this was a Saint’s grave, Hui Yue fully believed Lan Feng who said that the grave belonged to a God. A God who had entered this lower plane for the sake of resting in peace. As to why he decided to enter this specific plane…? Well, that was something Hui Yue did not know, nor did he know the circumstances of this expert's death. Was he dead from a battle he lost or had he lived for so long that death was the only thing he sought?
Hui Yue waited with the craftsmen until he saw a group of ten Royal Guards. These ten guards were joking with each other, but as soon as they reached the area with the craftsmen, they pulled themselves together and properly introduced themselves.
‘Knowing that they are here, I think it’s time to say my goodbyes,’ Hui Yue thought as he smiled to Cou Ling and Fang Wei. Hugging both of them, he smiled. “Don’t worry about me,” he grinned. “I can look after myself. I will return to the city before you even notice I’m gone.”
Knowing that Hui Yue was saying this mainly to calm her down, Cou Ling was a bit ashamed. She was far older than him and yet even still she was the one who needed to be cared for. Deciding not to disappoint her friend, she pulled herself together, steeling herself.
“Go get some treasures!” she said while nodding. “We will be assisted by the gu
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