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
Perhaps the Tower of Gazing Home was just a formation with wondrous effects, able to reflect the deepest memories of home within a person. However, no matter how he circulated the Heavenly Tome of Liberty, the scene before his eyes remained vivid, without rippling even in the slightest.
He looked down the tower again and suddenly noticed a curved, wood bridge extending across a great river. The river was bright blue, but very clear and shallow. The bridge was only thirty metres long, inscribed with a single word, Helplessness.
The endless misty spray and the long bridge that had taken him quite a while to cross was nowhere to be found.
At this moment, a collector of souls brought a Yin Soul onto the bridge. They walked very, very slowly.
On the other end of the bridge was the endless expanse of yellow sand.
The Hell realm was completely different from the Human realm, Daemonic Beast realm, Asura realm, and even the Hungry Ghost realm. It was eerie, unfathomable, and indescribable.
The large ghost called out impatiently, “Hey, the one up there, get down here! Time’s up! If you want to keep looking, you gotta pay more karma!”
Li Qingshan made his way down the Tower of Gazing Home blankly, and the old man who had been neglected grabbed him by the collar. “Kid, give me back my jade!”
Li Qingshan brushed him aside. “I’ll give it back to you later.”
Ox-headed A’pang wondered, Don’t tell me this kid got homesick?
The old man called out, “Sir Horse-face, please help me right this wrong!”
“What’re you yelling out for? Keep going and keep an eye on your things!” Horse-face sneered. “Kid, let’s see how you handle this now!”
Past the Tower of Gazing Home, a teahouse appeared in their way before long. It was not built on the side of the path, but in the middle of the path. The two sides to it were both sheer walls. A long banner was planted in the teahouse, depicting a single word, “Soup”.
An old granny with grey hair and wrinkly skin sat at the entrance. She held a ladle, calling out, “Come and drink soup.”
Grann
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