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
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
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
In the First Song Sect:
More than ten thousand corpses had been tossed into a massive valley, piled up like a mountain.
These corpses’ condition revealed miserable deaths. Their chests were ripped open, and their hearts and livers were consumed. Their faces showed horror, sorrow, and resentment.
Five thousand spirit-assimilated cultivators stood above the valley, with snakes on their heads hissing wildly.
Fu Xue, the flood dragon, stood at the very front of the five thousand spirit-assimilated cultivators.
“Primogenitor, there are one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred corpses here. We ate their hearts and livers before they died. If that is not enough, there are another twenty thousand people alive outside that we can add in at any time!” one of the spirit-assimilated cultivators reported respectfully.
“One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred? That’s the number of an eon. That’s enough. This has gathered boundless resentment, enough to forge a ghost treasure!” Fu Xue smiled coldly.
[TL Note: The eon mentioned here is a part of a period system proposed by Song Dynasty scholar Shao Yong, dating from an assumed start of the development of human civilization. I could not find any existing English terms for the units used, so I used some existing English terms so that it would make some sense. Here is the breakdown: one eon (元 Yuan) is twelve eras (会 Hui), one era (会 Hui) is thirty cycles (运 Yun), one cycle (运 Yun) is twelve ages (世 Shi), and one age (世 Shi) is thirty years (年 Nian). Of the five units, only the term for year has an English translation. This is also made to reflect the ancient Chinese time system, where one year is twelve months, one month is thirty days, one day is twelve two-hour periods (时辰), and one two-hour period (时辰) is thirty four-minute periods (分). You can read more about this period system in this article if you are interested: https://daydaynews.cc/en/emotion/according-to-shao-yong-the-development-cycle-of-human.html]
“Ghost treasure?” that spirit-assimilated cultivator parroted in confus
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