Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the eastern part of the Great Steppe, a mountain soared into the clouds. At the summit, a gray tent had been erected. In front of the tent, a brazier blazed, but there was no one around it. It was an exceptionally bizarre sight.
If someone got close, they would be able to hear a faint voice come from that empty tent on the summit.
"My master, have things truly reached this stage?"
"This slave knows, but… this slave hopes that Master will reconsider!"
"This slave would not dare! I will strictly carry out Master's order!"
"Yes!"
The voice of a woman came from the tent, and it seemed to be carrying out a conversation with someone else. But even though it was possible to hear that woman's voice, the one speaking with her remained unheard. Each time, it was only possible to hear a hoarse scratching sound.
After a long while, the conversation seemed to end, and all the voices disappeared.
Buzz!
In a flash of light and rippling air, a figure appeared within the empty tent.
This woman was around thirty years old and had a beautiful face, and she wore a resplendent priestess gown.
But she had a white silk scarf the width of two fingers wrapped around her eyes, making her seem both mysterious and beautiful.
"All of this is destiny!"
The priestess sighed as she looked at a certain point in the distance, a complicated look on her face.
The steppe was empty, but in the 'eyes' of the priestess, she could see two figures rapidly approaching.
Buzz!
With a long sigh, the tent, the priestess, and the coal brazier disappeared as if they had never existed.
A few moments later, in a flash of light, a figure appeared at the foot of Mount Yaluo.
"Supremes are truly impressive individuals."
Wang Chong looked up at the bald face of the mountain as he commented.
He had arrived at Mount Yaluo early and had been searching for any sign of Luo Supreme or the entrance to the dimension that this mysterious Turkic War God had hidden himself in.
But this was easier said than done. Wang Chong had wasted an entire day with
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