Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
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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