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
In the endless darkness, the flow of time became blurred. A very long time seemed to have passed, yet it only seemed like an instant at the same time.
However, he could clearly remember that this was the twenty-third time his mirror clone and his main body had merged together.
HIs mind was in intense pain. When he returned to his “original state” again, all of the “incorrect” thoughts had been corrected again. Remaining “true to himself” turned out to be such a “troubling” matter.
The pain came quickly and receded quickly too. He could vaguely hear the sound of shattering memories. It was crisp like the shattering of thin ice. The fragments merged with the black water.
However, he did not know what he had forgotten. It was probably something not too important, but he still could not help but tremble.
Through his knowledge about consciousness, he understood one thing. There was nothing that bore absolutely no importance. Important matters were always composed of a great pile of unimportant matters, just like how there were always the efforts of others behind the legends of heroes.
He was like a colourful painting whose edges were being seeped by black ink. If this continued, just how long could he maintain his so-called important matters?
In outer space, he lost his powers, but here, he was losing himself.
He also found it ironic and darkly humorous. Once he lost a majority of his memories, the Yang Soul in hell would instead be closer to the original meaning behind the name “Li Qingshan”.
What if someone asked who exactly was the real “Li Qingshan”?
The answer was extremely simple. The stronger one was Li Qingshan!
This was the path of cultivation, a place where power collided, where the clashing of wills never ended. The weak were not worthy of carrying that name. The weak were not worthy of anything.
He had already swum through Ruin’s End for a very, very long time, but he still did not see anything, whether it was a streak of light or a speck of dust. There was only endless black water.
But in his h
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