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
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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
In the Human realm, a five-sailed ship rose up on the horizon on the ocean, sailing along slowly.
The sails were blindingly white under the sun, taut and shaking with waves of heat, like a great white bird that carried the ship through the waves and over the ocean.
At a closer glance, there were many profound glyphs engraved on the railing that glimmered under the sunlight. That was why the sails could adjust automatically without any sailors or helmsman, constantly ensuring the greatest speed while remaining on track.
The people on the deck were all dressed in daoist robes and possessed striking demeanors, gathering in groups of three and five as they talked and laughed. They even brought many fruits and jerky with them as snacks on this joyful trip, temporarily leaving behind their day-to-day cultivation so that they could enjoy the sun and sea wind to their heart’s content.
Everything seemed so peaceful. An old man stood at the nose of the ship with his hands behind his back, except he gazed into the horizon with his brows furrowed.
Hearing his disciple’s laughter and conversations, he sighed inside. Sigh, the daemon star of misfortune, Yinghuo, has emerged. I wonder how much longer this can last. After this crisis, just how many of the disciples behind me can survive?
Let alone these disciples, even he was nothing compared to the crisis of the world with his bit of cultivation.
However, he was unable to tell anyone about these thoughts.
When they set off on this lengthy journey to Myriad city, he had only said to his disciples that he wanted to take them out to see the world, but in reality, he was considering how to get the entire Qingyang temple to join the Myriad sect.
Following the battle of Black Cloud city, the Myriad sect had sustained severe losses. They had been recruiting disciples far and wide the entire time, welcoming everybody. However, as a master of a sect, he could only qualify as an inner disciple.
He would rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond, but wit
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