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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
The turbulent waves slammed against the cliff. Myriad city stood proudly on the ocean. As one of the most prosperous and progressive sects of the Human realm, the city bustled with people forever. The distant, intense war seemed to have nothing to do with this cape city.
Day after day, year after year, even the sorrow of losing half their direct disciples had been washed away by the waves very quickly.
Just the day before, the entire city was draped in mourning dressed with tears running down their faces. Today, it was beaming once again with delighted smiles.
This was neither the Heaven realm nor the Hell realm. This was human society. There was no eternal happiness nor unchanging pain.
The city bustled, welcoming guests from afar. It seemed particularly busy on this day.
The Fate Perturbing casino was filled to the brim with guests, but Le Tian was not present. Instead, he was in the Direct Disciple hall. The doors and windows were all open, allowing sunlight to flood the place. It was solemn and quiet.
His appearance had become visibly older. Whether it was the peppered hair near his temples or the spreading wrinkles by the corner of his eyes, he was covered with the signs of decline, but he continued to smile away without any concern. He touched his chin and squinted. “A pity, a pity. I missed out on a fine gamble!”
Pi Yangqiu heard that from beside him and smiled. “Who would take you up on a gamble like that?”
Le Tian pursed his lips and said in disdain, “It was me who didn’t want to gamble. There are plenty of fools who’d gamble on something like that. Though, what’s the point of a gamble where the outcome is guaranteed? Heh, I need to save some of my luck too.”
Pi Yangqiu glanced at him and nodded. “Hope you can win!”
“Hehe, who knows?” Le Tian wiggled his index finger and pointed it upwards. “Fate always stands highest!”
Pi Yangqiu was just about to say something when Dai Mengfan walked over slowly, taking the stage.
She held a ritual sceptre and was dressed up formally, such that she was graceful and poised. She left
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