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
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?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
In the late night at the academy, it was quiet except for some light in the library, while the rest of the place was pitch black.
The Dean walked out of his residence, gazing up at the starry sky.
The starlight was abundant tonight; exceptionally bright.
It could even rival the brightness of the full moon.
Cultivators who have reached the Nepenthe Realm would more or less some stargazing abilities. The Dean looked at the distant stars, looking at the one that now shone so brightly, feeling somewhat melancholic.
He naturally knew what that star meant now.
That was his old friend.
That great daoist sage from the Myriad Heaven Palace.
The two had known each other for many years, and they had already seen each other for the last time before. Although he knew he would die in the near future, he still felt great sorrow when he saw the day arrive.
Although cultivating to his level could be said to be stepping into Great Liberation, in reality, without attaining eternal life, one could not say to be liberated. Now, it meant that the great daoist sage was about to die.
The Dean withdrew his gaze, reminiscing about many past events, and finally shook his head.
As time constantly swept by, countless friends would naturally leave one after another. This was the way of the world, and he could not go against it.
However, dying of old age was already quite good. Compared to that, the death of the previous black-robed monk was quite terrible.
He should have lived for many more years.
He should have lived until now, even died after him.
But he still died, dying before him.
The Dean felt vicissitudes of emotion, then looked towards the lakeside, his expression becoming somewhat strange.
But soon his expression returned to normal.
He shook his head. Many things would always be happening in the Divine Capital. Whether he wanted to or not, he would have to see it. There was no way to change this at all.
"How to choose is all in your heart. In the end, if you make the wrong choice, who can you blame?"
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