Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 378: Danger
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 484: Sense of Superiority
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1450- Cloud Peak's technological improvement (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 73
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1071: Economic Exploitation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1072: Reinforcements
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1449- Cloud Peak's technological improvement (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 436 - Three Times Is Enough—Don’t Push It
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 734.2: The Journey Halfway Must Continue - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 483: This is Our Tradition
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1448- Cloud Peak's technological improvement
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1070: The Dao of Formations
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1447.5- Level three production
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 435 - Stronger After Nirvanic Rebirth? Doesn’t Matter—Die!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 72.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 734.1: The Journey Halfway Must Continue - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 377: Flaw
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 482: Receptionist
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 735: Unfaithful Man (Teaser)
Actually, the closer he got to the Myriad Heaven Palace, the colder the weather became. It was not that the location of the Myriad Heaven Palace was much colder than other places, but rather because this journey had taken longer than expected. Now, winter was fast approaching.
This made Chen Chao involuntarily sigh. Year after year in the mortal world, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, continually alternating. It seemed that if you really thought about it, there was nothing particularly meaningful about it.
It was just continuous repetition.
Ordinary people, with only a few dozen springs, summers, autumns, and winters to live through, would grow weary of it too. How much more so for those cultivators who lived through several hundred of them.
But for those who grew weary, there were also those who could not bear to part with it.
When there are people and things you care about in this world, you could live through hundreds of springs and autumns without feeling bored. But if you did not, then even one more day or night would mak
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