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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Unadorned city fell, the sovereigns yielded, and the army marched into the city.
Li Qingshan’s figure faded in and out, twisting and changing like a bubble. Imbued with such tremendous army qi, his mirror clone had basically reached its limit.
He smiled towards Xiao An. The smile was like a moon in the water, rippling and dispersing in the light. He vanished.
Xiao An draped the Trisepultural Robes on herself again and cast down the formation which she had prepared beforehand. A black shadow draped down. She was not after defence, but disguise.
After all these years of preparation, it was time to begin a new round of cultivation.
With a wave of her hand, the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty incinerated the undead. There was no struggle or howls, much less any resistance. Even the sunken faces of zombies seemed to warm up slightly, receiving liberation in the flames.
A white lotus bloomed in the sea of fire, opening slowly without any fragrance.
Clap! Li Qingshan closed a book, and his gaze blanked out for a moment. The rows and rows of bookshelves around him extended off into the distance, confirming that he was still inside the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes.
Everything that occurred in the Daemonic Beast realm, Asura realm, and Hungry Ghost realm was far too dazzling, such that the silent sea of books instead seemed surreal, like he had been submerged in three novels of different styles.
Like reflections in the water, like a dream.
Li Qingshan could not help but chuckle to himself. He gave off an aura of quietness as if his youthful hotheadedness had faded away with time, replaced by a faint, bookish vibe, bearing some similarity to the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance.
He placed the book in his hand back on the bookshelf. With that, he had read all the books in the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes.
That was his cultivation.
Since entering Ruin’s End required the identity of a spirit turtle, he had to strengthen the Spirit Turtle’s Method of Sea Suppression as much as possible. If he could reach the ninth
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