Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Nora Xeclyde found herself standing alone in a saintly white world that seemed to stretch on forever and ever.
It was an unnervingly monotonous world filled with nothing but emptiness, but Nora felt hardly anything at all. Her mind was emptied out as if she was being assimilated into this space, such that even formulating a thought or grasping an emotion was laborious to her.
Why… am I here?
This question sent a ripple through her heart as she struggled to gather her thoughts with a frown. It took a long while before a clue came to her.
It’s my bloodline.
She vaguely remembered that this was a space created by her own bloodline. The Xeclydes were inheritors of the Angel Bloodline, and to them, awakening was a process of them uncovering the origin of their bloodline memories and working toward it. To use an analogy, it was similar to looking for a role model to imitate.
For that reason, the awakeners of the Ascarts were very different from the Xeclydes. They didn’t need guidance, and there was no risk of them losing their way either. They could accomplish it all on their own, and the only thing they needed to pay heed to was toeing the boundary.
Similar to how realistic imitations could be easily confused with the real thing, the greater the degree of awakening, the more power they could inherit from their Angel Bloodline. That was typically a good thing, but not necessarily so for a Xeclyde.
The Xeclydes might be inheritors of the Angel Bloodline, but they weren’t real angels. Should their bloodline powers grow too strong, the divine instinct harnessed in their Angel Bloodline would attempt to occupy their body and obliterate their humanity.
That was what Nora had been fighting against all this while.
In fact, this was not the first time she had entered this space, but things were different this time around.
She appeared to have forgotten a lot more than she usually did. She vaguely remembered that she was always yearning for a certain someone. Just uttering his name filled her heart with warmth, and this wh
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