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1 西 Journey to the West: All Heavens and Worlds There Is a Letter from Qiu HongInfinite Myriad Worlds1.2M Wordscompleted 0Votes25.6kRecs73.4kFans

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The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of hope. Jiang Liu was reborn and journeyed to the West. A mortal in the Tang Dynasty got the "escaped one" and traveled through the worlds to plunder the heavens! From then on... All living beings are like mesons, and the whole world is like ants. The heavens are free and easy, knocking on the fingers to find eternal life. New book "There is Fairy Spirit Here"!

2 地 The Earth Is the Upper World One Leaf Loses Autumn 1Cultivation689k Wordscompleted 0Votes18.1kRecs61.6kFans

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This is a story about the earth's transformation from the end of the Dharma to its awakening into a high-level world of immortals and demons, and at the same time opening up communication channels with other low-level worlds. "A floating island appeared out of thin air above the Tianshan Mountains. There is a Qionghua Sect on it, and they are preparing to open the gate to accept disciples!" "I knew it earlier, and I was about to rush there!" "Oh, let's go together. I don't know what to call my brother, my name is Li Xunhuan." "Little Li Feidao Li Xunhuan? Oh my god, I'm your fan. No, buddy, come and sign first." ... "Is this the upper world? Well, let's find a spiritual mountain paradise to rebuild the Qingyun Sect first." A young man appeared out of thin air on a high mountain and murmured to himself. .... "Ximen Chuixue, my sword is made of Taiyi fine gold. It weighs two hundred and fifty kilograms. It is among the best magical weapons." "Haha, my sword is not bad either. It is forged from the essence of wind copper fused with stars. It weighs three hundred and eight kilograms and is a half-step magic weapon." Ximen Chuixue looked at the other party indifferently. .....

3 玄 Xuanchen Road A WreckageCultivation2.2M Wordsongoing 123Votes119.6kRecs263.6kFans

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All living beings and thousands of monks are like a speck of dust hanging between heaven and earth. They rise up when the wind blows and fall when the wind blows. They are lost and don't know where they are going.