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
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?
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
Deercry Monastery, in a small temple at the back of the mountain.
These days, the old monk perhaps felt too stifled staying in the temple, so he simply sat on the doorstep. Today's sunlight was pleasant, a rare warm spring day. But even as the warm rays fell on the old monk's face, they couldn't illuminate the deep lines etched there. Those things hidden within his wrinkles remained forever shrouded in darkness.
Under the sunlight, the old monk's dust-covered robes had specks of dust dancing in the air. He lowered his head to look, but his turbid eyes showed no emotion.
The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up at the warm sun in the sky. Actually, cultivators had a different name for the sun, they called it celestial star.
However, a more widespread term among the common populace was simply “the sun,” while “celestial star” was a phrase only found in the memories of older cultivators and ancient texts.
The old monk sat on the doorstep for a while before he vaguely noticed a figure clad in black walking over from the distance.
This sight caused the old monk who had lived for countless years to fall into a brief trance. Most of his life had been spent in this small temple without friends. Perhaps he had friends once, but they had long since passed before him. He had no disciples either. Though he occasionally gave guidance to some monks in the temple, there was never an official master-disciple relationship. The one person he had truly regarded as a disciple was the Nation Teacher of Great Liang, who was called the “Demon Monk.” Yet, even they never had the official relationship of master and disciple. Now, many years have passed since that Great Liang Nation Teacher's time.
That once-young monk also liked to wear black robes.
Now, he was once again seeing a young monk who liked to wear black.
In an instant, countless stories from the past flooded the old monk's mind, and he could not help but let out a sigh.
The young monk came before the shrine, slowed his footsteps, and respectfully bowed to t
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