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I Became Enlightened in One Year and Took the World of Immortality by Storm
Mortal flow + no system + restricted flow golden finger! +Slow heat! Qin Lie, a low-level casual cultivator, obtained the remaining pages of the innate rare treasure [Daoyan Book of Heaven] in a secret realm, and since then he has embarked on a completely different path to immortality. The power of this treasure is heaven-defying, but it is extremely limited: it can only be used once a year, but it can instantly push any spell, technique, or skill he chooses to the state of "great success." Star
34.3kReads6.5Score4.7kShelves
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With the Same Spiritual Root as the Old Devil, I Became an Immortal by Taking Medicine!
Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals, Zhao Yun occupied the body of a Jie cultivator who was on the second level of Qi training! The four spiritual roots of wood, water, fire, and earth are judged to be difficult to establish in a lifetime. After being seriously injured, the fortune box appears and changes his destiny. There is no need to delve into the path of elixirs, weapons, or talismans. As long as you prepare enough spiritual stones and raw materials, and enter the corres
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The Daily Merit Is Reduced by One, and the Metaphysics Anchor Explodes
The youngest visitor at Qingyang Temple, Wu Huang insists on live broadcasting Tai Chi and explaining environmental science every day. He solemnly declared to tens of millions of viewers: "This view believes in science and does not engage in feudal superstition." Netizens only saw his mahogany scabbard flying half a meter with his hand, saying it was a magnetic levitation experiment. Until his beautiful junior sister Lin Xiwei, during a morning training live broadcast, pointed the camera at him
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Tang Dynasty: My Beloved Wife Helped Me Cultivate Immortality
Lin Fan never imagined that he would complete the "traveling KPI" in such an outrageous way. At 11:59 that night, he huddled under the covers and was having the last friendly meeting of the day with the hard-working "hand assistant" to express condolences to his restless "brother." Probably because he was too devoted to working overtime, the sweat on his palms was not wasted at all, and flowed sizzlingly to the old mobile phone charger on the bedside. Just when time jumped to zero, he was all ex
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