Chapter 207
【Afterword I · The Founding of the Academy】 Chonghua’s first academy to broadly admit disciples of cultivation was established in
【Afterword I · The Founding of the Academy】 Chonghua’s first academy to broadly admit disciples of cultivation was established in
Passing through a bustling marketplace, Murong Lian spotted an old man selling shaobing. The flatbreads were golden-brown and crisp, looking
With Jiang Fuli and Murong Lian gone, there was no one else in Chonghua whose prestige surpassed hers. Yet almost
They stepped ashore. Unlike the other ferry landings, the shore where their little boat had docked had a man sitting
“Mo Xi, we’re going home.” That quiet call, carrying the finality of dust settling, sent Mo Xi into sleep, only
“You wait for me. I’m coming with you.” The moment Mo Xi finished speaking, the cultivators on the distant battlefield
“Mo Xi, you shouldn’t think this way. What is not worth it to you may be worth it to Murong
When Mo Xi awoke from his dizziness, he found himself surrounded by darkness. He opened his eyes. A dull pain
Split the soul apart, and forge it into a key. It was like a nightmare, still sinking and struggling in
“Impossible…!” Gu Mang shook his head. “Mo Xi, the Reversal Stone does not possess the power to change fate. The
Six years ago, on the banks of the Fu River. Night. Mo Xi stood on the desolate riverbank, breathing heavily.
After they returned, Su Yurou asked him why he had done that. Jiang Fuli casually ground the medicinal powder and
In his dreams, he wanted to speak, but he never knew what he should say. In the end, he would
“This whole entanglement begins with Hua Po’an discovering the truth about his origins.” With Jiang Fuli’s voice, clear as shattered
Jiang Fuli looked disheveled, but his expression was open and composed. Although his face was still the same face of
Just as Hua Po’an had said, after the Blood Demon Beast died, the blood pool it transformed into continued to
The Blood Demon Beast would need roughly half an hour to absorb the demonic qi of the entire city. During
As descendants of the Wangshu family, Murong Lian naturally had his own divine weapon of a musical cultivator as well.
“I was never willing to live a life like that. So I had already calculated everything from the moment my
Although the time originally calculated for the decisive battle had been tomorrow, everyone knew that tomorrow was merely a prediction.