Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.07 - Northern District's Haze
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 40: Those On the Fence
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 162: All-Purpose Handyman
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 414: I Only Want to Kill People Before the Rain Stops
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 39: How Dare You Kill My Horse?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 757- Gamble part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 897 - Another Mortal God?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 756- Trapped
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 776: Astral Winds
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 205 - I'm In A Hurry
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.06 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 073: The Immortal’s Rage
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 161: Bizarre Death
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 929: Sleepy Time
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.2: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.1: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (1)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.2: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 755- Arena
Silver moonlight illuminated the golden fields of wheat. Fireflies flickered by the pond, reflecting in the black water like they shone with the stars.
A white figure glided over the surface of the water swiftly as silent as a ghost. She did not even disturb the fireflies.
She walked past the wheat fields at the height of summer. The smell of harvest filled the air. They did not understand the battles between cultivators. As long as they still managed to survive, the mortals would continue passing each day like normal, year after year.
A pale, slender hand swept past the sharp awns of wheat. Her head had been raised the entire time as she stared straight at the sky with her clear eyes. It was like she was trying to count the stars, like she was searching for an answer.
Swish!
A cool summer breeze swept past, making the wheat bob in the air. Her long, seaweed-like hair scattered behind her.
The sparks of fire, of stars, were in the distant horizon, giving no reply.
As a result, she gazed towards the village in the distance. The golden awns of wheat pierced the tip of her finger, letting a single droplet of blood fall. It turned into a pale-white lotus of fire, landing within the fields and spreading silently.
In the blink of an eye, the bobbing waves of wheat turned into a sea of fire.
The fields had not just been set alight. They had only lost their colour, becoming pale-white, without any sense of vitality remaining, returning to absolute silence.
The white flames surged over the pond, and the fireflies all dimmed as well, falling into the dark water and producing ripples.
The great blaze began to burn, traversing over mountains and valleys, over great rivers and over villages, towns, and cities like the surging night wind.
In a quiet little village, a sleeping child was experiencing a wonderful dream. He pursed his lips and rolled over. The white flames touched his forehead gently, and he became a part of the flames.
In an ancient town, an old man approaching death endured the torturing of sickness, unable to fal
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