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
Li Qingshan’s face was swollen, twisted and deathly-grey, basically no different from a corpse. He felt as horrible inside as he looked.
The path of great liberty was supposed to assure his immunity to any interference from external demons when he faced heavenly tribulations. It should have given him a tremendous advantage.
Yet when he faced the fourth heavenly tribulations, his inner demons turned on him. His soul nascence turned into a demon nascence, wanting to destroy itself, which had almost screwed him over.
During the fifth heavenly tribulation, he had lost his Yin Soul, so he did not get to enjoy this benefit. It took him tremendous effort before he defeated the skandha-māra.
Now that he had finally reached the sixth heavenly tribulation, his Origin Soul just rebelled and ran off, having a great time right now at who knows where.
When he looked at it in hindsight now, he never actually avoided the māra a single time. What a shitty life!
Right now, the māra of death had possessed him, furiously devouring his life force.
He circulated the Spirit Turtle’s Method of Sea Suppression desperately, but he was unable to find anything to suppress. The māra of death had completely merged with him.
“Death has always been something that you are born to face,” a cold voice rang out sinisterly, yet it originated from his mind as if it was his own voice.
“Hold on, have you got this wrong? I’m not a Human Immortal- Death is the fairest thing in the world, whether you’re a beggar or an emperor, an ant or a true dragon.”
He called out inside, only to be interrupted by his own “voice” immediately.
“Don’t shoot, captain! I’m one of you! Actually, I’m also a m- Death is unavoidable, whether you’re an unstoppable cultivator or a blessed deva.”
“Motherfucker! You’re talking about celestial decay, aren’t you?”
There were five signs of celestial decay—the dirtying of clothes, the withering of hair, the sweating of axilla, the stench of the body, the loathing of oneself.
As long as asura never lost their fighting spirit
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