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The Blood of Youth: Eternal Life Is Mine Alone 少年歌行：唯我长生
I long to bring peace to the land, then roam the world with a jug of wine. When I reach the end of the river, I’ll dance with my sword whenever the mood strikes, for beauty, for moonlit nights, and for the obsession in my heart. Where the heart longs, there the spirit goes. There are young heroes in this martial world. Changsheng, Wuxin, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian… Come and see whether this martial world is the one you imagined. See you in the martial world… Realms: Vajra Mortal Realm, Free E
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I, a Mortal, Burn My Lifespan to Slay the Gods 我，凡人，燃烧寿命，杀穿神明
Hilarious comedy + modern high martial arts + parasitic awakening + burning lifespan + ruthless killing + dark growth + antihero + raw physical combat + reincarnated Demon King The old dean said, "Li Ziye, you little brat! I told you to burn incense, and you went and slaughtered the gods..." He looked innocent. "The incense exploded, and the gods killed themselves." The master of the Demon Hall said, "Hide the seeds quickly. This grandson's got a black heart." He held a plastic bag, tossing the
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It's the End of the World, So How Am I Still Alive? 都末世了，我怎么还活着
Blood mist shrouds the world, and all the gods of Huaxia have fallen into slumber. People kneel and weep, begging the gods for help, but the gods remain silent and give no response. From that day on, Awakened Ones are born, taking the gods’ place in the fight. Mutated beasts devour humanity, while the Western Holy See launches a massive invasion. Some plot in secret, some forge a path with blood, and some use mortal bodies to fill the holes left by the gods. In this age, human lives are as worth
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The Heavenly Dao Is a Game of Go, and I Make the Moves 天道如棋，我来布局
The world is a chessboard, drawing all living beings into the game. A discarded pawn of a boy happens upon a heavenly coffin and rises beneath the vast sky. You know only that his sword has nine forms, each like a lifetime. Nine lifetimes temper a single blade, until it can destroy the nine heavens. You also know that inside the coffin, the sun and moon are imprisoned, yin and yang are locked away, and a lonely grave stretches for thousands of miles. You know still more: the boy bears a bound sw
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