Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 791- Breaking in
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 202: The Power of Words
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 917 - Laura's Gift
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 790- Splitting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 790: A Cultivator Siege Battle
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.03 - Whale Song
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 430: Not Many Good People, Too many Bad People
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 259.1: Heartbroken Simp, Imminent Apocalypse (1)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 66: A Quick Assault on Venice
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 789- Lack of eq
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 938: Dream's Child
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 201: Eavesdropping
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 916 - Everlasting City
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 788- Second seven star
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 789: Sunfall Bolts, Immortal-Slaying Ballistae
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.02 - Whale Song
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 081: Nether Fire Divine Commander
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 429: Repaying Kindness With Evil, How Does One Repay Kindness?
Li Qingshan thought for a good while, but he reached no conclusion. He was confused. Why am I in this desert?
He thought of something and checked his sea of consciousness, but it was empty as if something was missing. The motivation he had just found dispersed again.
However, he could not stay here. For some reason, great fear filled his heart, urging him onwards. He casually chose a direction and staggered onwards.
He had no objective, no companions, not even enemies. Only sandstorms passed by one after another. A strange sense of emptiness filled his heart, constantly expanding until it became one with the entire desert, the entire world.
His face had become rugged yet lost from the sand and wind. All he could do was constantly advance, afraid to stop for even a moment. It was as if he would immediately be swallowed up by the desert if he stopped. However, the exhaustion grew heavier and heavier. The earth no longer granted him endless support, instead draining his strength and spirit bit by bit.
The desert was no longer golden sand, and the sky was no longer azure blue. It was as if the constant sandstorms had blown away the colour.
Finally, after a sandstorm, even the sun vanished. All that remained was the empty, white sky, as well as the endless sea of pale sand.
The sandstorms stopped from then onwards. The wind vanished too. In the world, only he continued to trudge arduously, listening to his own rough breathing and stubbornly refusing to look back. He was unable to see that every footprint he left behind would immediately vanish as if it had never existed at all.
The concept of time became blurred. Suddenly, his final consciousness collapsed just like the stone.
Finally, he collapsed in the desert. Perhaps this place could not even be called a desert anymore. There were no rising and falling sand dunes, just boundless white.
His black eyes were blurred like frosted glass, gazing at the distant horizon. The white sand surged, swallowing him inch by inch.
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Under the pitch-black sky, an uninterrupted c
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