The cult leader stated the nephrite cup was a holy item deities used and embodied holy power. If Yang Tian could refine the divine blood within it, it would balance his body and make learning Life and Death … Read more
The statue’s golden radiance dimmed, restoring it to the state of a normal statue after glowing for a while – not that it was actually ordinary, far from it. Three days later, the entire planet heard of the … Read more
The two in support of a nuclear attack already furtively notified someone to execute the attack. Yang Tian never expected someone to flatten an entire city out of fear they conjured up in their own minds.… Read more
It would take a one-of-a-kind adept, but it was possible to restore the Rule to the precious ancient sword; it was only a matter of time.
Yang Tian kept fumbling and found a copper mirror that was broken. … Read more
The cult leader should have been called the black-robed cult leader because he thought of heaven and hell at the same time.
Yang Tian gave Qing Xiaoyue a smile. “Xiaoyue, you write my name. Let’s see how powerful … Read more
Oceans were akin to a pool of infinite magical energy to ordinary humans.
Yang Tian smiled. “Look down.”
“What? You can scorch mountains and oceans? Come on.”
Yang Tian blasted a streak of Triad Divine Fire from his finger, creating … Read more
Yang Tian could not believe the nightmare dragon that fed off Divine Souls would cure. It made sense for an Overautarch Realm cultivator, Yang Tian himself, to possess Monarch Blood, but he could not understand why Qing Xiaoyue … Read more
Thanks to Yang Tian’s Vitality transfer, the attack was stopped, and Qing Xiaoyue radiated golden. Both the voodoo attack and Merit vanished. Yang Tian suspected somebody was targeting them. More impressive was that Merit had to sacrifice itself … Read more
They were at a massive, majestic courtyard. The interior of the palace was pitch-dark. The air was spooky. When the door opened and a ray of sunlight shone in, the light erased some of the dark … Read more
Qing Xiaoyue ignored the foreigner.
“You not scared?” asked the foreigner, hoping he scared Qing Xiaoyue to make her speak.
“And why would I be scared?”
“I like pretty women, especially your type.”
Rolling her eyes, Qing Xiaoyue … Read more