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Books by 天痕泪无迹
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After 90,000 Years of Scavenging, I Turned Out to Be a Hidden Expert 拾荒九万年，原来我竟是隐世高人
Ling Jiudao was brought to the Ancient Spirit Continent by a System that specialized in keeping a low profile. The System proved unreliable along the way, and his body was completely destroyed. With no choice, his soul was grafted onto the body of a dying ancestor from a generation later who happened to share his name. Then, at the mercy of the System, he spent ninety thousand years scavenging in a forbidden land. Ninety thousand years later, the System was on the verge of crashing and severing
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The System Has Gone Mad and Wants Me to Rally an Ultraman Legion to Return to Blue Star 系统疯了让我集结奥特军团回蓝星
System: [Then you can call me Blabbermouth. It actually sounds pretty nice.] Wang Ye: “In my hometown, ‘Blabbermouth’ is a lovely title given to someone.” System: [Really, Host?] Wang Ye continues to pull its leg: “Of course it's true.” One day, Wang Ye uses the “Great Luo Immortal Art” of Blue Star, astonishing his good buddy Da Gu and even the Ultramen who have transmigrated across dimensions, including Ultraman Zero, Nexus, and Mebius. After being defeated in seconds, Da Gu waves his hands an
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The Day I Left the Secret Realm, Every Eerie Being in the World Went Mad 我出秘境那天，全世界诡异都疯了
That day, every classmate standing beside him was an ultimate powerhouse. “Huh, you're a powerhouse too?” The last classmate, who spent his days sleeping like a log and couldn't be woken even by thunder, slowly appeared. “He's actually a descendant of the legendary Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor?” The powerhouses stared around at everyone in shock, numb with disbelief. You looked at me, and I looked at you. “If you're so powerful, why hide it so well all this time?” “As if you haven't done the sam
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The Unrivaled Realm 傲世无双境
In the wasteland, Ling Yang's eyes are sharp as he drags his exhausted body slowly toward the abyss. His unsteady figure is like a fallen leaf in the wind. Standing at the brink, he gazes up at the vast starry sky and the ancient cosmic road, remembering the desolation and grief of the past. This mad world...
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