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Styx: the Picture of Killing the Immortal Against Fate
The immortal is dead, the Tao has been hidden, there is only something strange and whispering! The world is sick, desperately sick. The spiritual energy was polluted, the immortal magic was distorted, and the aloof immortal cultivators became the nourishment and plaything of "Guiqi". Lu Qingyan, possessing the "World-Breaking Divine Eye", emerged from a series of bizarre murder cases. What he wants to find out is not only the murderer, but also the source of the strangeness that devours all thin
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Emperor Yun: I Will Fight Back from Jiuyou to the Heavens!
"I once stood on the top of the Nine Heavens, and thousands of immortals came to court, and a single word could determine the life and death of the galaxy! However, under the law of heaven, the most poisonous woman's heart, the coldest brother's sword! Xuantian Immortal Lord, the emperor died with hatred! Fortunately, I had a glimmer of hope, and Hongmeng Taoism protected my remaining soul, and I woke up in this mundane city where my spiritual energy had recovered after ten thousand years! In th
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Vientiane: Aberration Myth
The world has become a living, distorted myth. When the ancient cause and effect of the Eastern Heavenly Way was torn apart and intertwined crazily with the taboo contract of the Western Abyss, human cognition and reality were involved in the endless spiral of chaos. It is no longer a legend, but witnessed with one's own eyes - in the temple, the Gothic hymns of flesh and blood corrode the Buddha statues; in the church, the ghostly spells distort the holy light. All laws collapsed, all order was
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Relics: King's Landing
When the gods fall, when the embers of magic are completely buried by cold steel. When all that is left in the world is the hustle and bustle of gears and the roar of reason. Era, dead. They dug me up from the grave of time, called me the 'Holy Relic', and regarded me as an inexplicable miracle. They are wrong. I am not a miracle, I am the last breath of that era you call 'myth'. My flesh and blood is a prison that imprisons the entire laws of the old world. My awakening is the beginning of the
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