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Traveling Through Xuandu, I Carried the Cauldron for the Human Race in the Wilderness
The good news is that I am not dead after being overturned by the Universiade. I am wearing it. This is the rhythm of reviving my life. Wuhu, then I'm still not allowed to take off. Bad news, this is such a mess. Worse news, I'm a human. The even worse news is the human race in the Lich period. The only thing that can make people breathe a sigh of relief is that my name is Xuandu. Although I have nothing now, in the future, maybe, probably, I may be able to wait for the saintly master who belong
24.7kReads—Score2kShelves
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Human Emperor Di Xin Invites the Sages to Their Deaths
Good news: I've transmigrated. Bad news: I'm Di Xin, and I don't have a System. What should I do? Anyone online? I need an answer, fast. Then, on the way to the Nuwa Temple, I finally figured it out. Since I've transmigrated anyway, every extra day I live is a bonus. What is there to fear? Might as well go wild. The books say I've got another twenty-eight years to live, so if anyone dares to make me unhappy, I'll kill them. And if I can't kill them, I'll bite off a chunk of flesh. When an empero
10.1kReads8.6Score621Shelves
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The Great Brother of the Three Religions of the Ancient World
The good news is that I have traveled through time; the bad news is that I am Duobao Pagoda. The good news is that I have just transformed and have not yet become a disciple of Tongtian; the bad news is that the person standing in front of me said when he opened his mouth that I have a destiny with the West. My hands were shaking a little, and I was actually quite panicked. Is this shitty world destined to be inseparable from Western religion? If I had a choice, I would still be willing to join
6.2kReads7.1Score257Shelves
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Prehistoric: the Thirteenth Old Man of the Wu Clan, Nicknamed Xiao Pangu
The moment Li An walked out of Pangu's heart in the blood pool of the ancestral witch palace, all the twelve ancestral witches were shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even they wouldn't have believed that this little guy less than a foot tall was really the thirteenth ancestral witch of the witch clan. The aura of Father God around them was strong, completely different from their evil aura. "Brother, I'm afraid he is God the Father's biological son. Then who are we?" Zhu Rong l
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