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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
The middle-aged daoist departed gracefully, and the stream resumed its flow. Distant Wanderer stood there in silence for a long time.
He did not understand the meaning behind the middle-aged daoist's last words. But he understood that if a big shot like him wanted to do something, he had no way of stopping him, nor did he have the capability to do anything.
Thinking back to the words spoken when he was invited by those people, Distant Wanderer smiled wistfully and left this place. He had no intention of telling anyone about today's events. But it was inevitable that he would feel somewhat melancholic.
Returning to the area shrouded in white mist, an elderly man with a troubled expression approached him and asked with some confusion, "Where did Daoist Brother go?"
Distant Wanderer shook his head and remained silent. He just asked, "Did anything happen?"
Although the old man did not explicitly state the matter, his expression betrayed a lot. Distant Wanderer could naturally tell.
"Many people died inside that white mist."
The old man frowned and said softly, "Many people are unhappy about it."
Distant Wanderer glanced at the sky and suddenly realized that it was already nighttime. Countless stars adorned the sky, resembling bright eyes gazing down upon the earth.
He withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "The previous rules were as such, life and death is the individual's own responsibility. After everything was made clear, who can say anything about it?"
"Although that's the case, it's obvious there will be some issues."
The old man was also an itinerant cultivator. To ensure fairness and justice, the cultivators invited to oversee this ancient relic expedition were all independent cultivators. They had no affiliations with major sects, nor were they connected to the Great Liang Dynasty. The only connection they had was with each other.
Distant Wanderer had initially believed in those statements, but thinking about what he had experienced, he furrowed his brows and asked, "What are you referring to?"
The old man quickly
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