Silavin
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The soft zither music rippled smoothly, with Misty Pavilion at its centre, throughout Dragonised City. Everyone was enraptured by the clear music. The waves of sounds submerged the area in their soothing vibes, bringing peace and tranquillity to this war-torn city and its despondent survivors. The cultivators were entranced. In the Immortal music, their spirits and emotions were subdued. None could escape the Dao Rhythm’s rapture, with all of Dragonised City falling into its soothing…-
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Chen Changan and Mei Niang had been talking for a while when Chen Changan felt his exhaustion mounting and his body void of energy. What should’ve lasted for two more days ended up being used up in less than a day. Mei Niang noticed his situation. “Senior, what’s wrong?” Chen Changan waved her off, “Just overtaxing this Avatar’s ability. The performance strained this vessel’s reserves and is fading.” Mei Niang widened in shock. There was no…
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Scarlet Heaven City, Blood Province. A blinding light beamed from the Heavens above and into a mansion. Three days later, an infant was born. The entire Scarlet Heaven City was shrouded in a bloody mist, and an endless bloodlust filled with thirst for death surged. The infant was glowing and translucent, brimming with unspeakable force. On his forehead shone a bright recultivation Immortal Mark. He was the Black Tortoise’s Ninth Prince, Fa Tian, reincarnated from the Upper…
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It went exactly like he suspected. The Lower Realm’s Heavenly Dao Protector was made for Upper Realm geniuses, and only they could earn its approval. Why? Because not all of the Upper Realm’s cultivators had the right to recultivate. Across the endless Immortal Domains, each had one person who was the strongest: the Domain Lord. They dominated the Immortal Domain, not unlike what Heavenly Dao Protector did for the Nine Province Continent. On top of that, each Immortal Domain had…
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Chen Changan recognized Xie Bo, Zhuang Ming, and Mei Niang as Upper Realm Immortals. With Zhuang Ming at the Spirit Severing Stage and at such a young age, the odds were high that he was a recultivating genius. As for Xie Bo and Mei Niang being stronger and all that, it was a dead giveaway that they were Dao Protectors. The average Lower Realm denizens were nowhere near their level of power and potential. Mei Niang tensed under his gaze. His image in her mind became the…
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Mei Niang turned into a light and flew for the Misty Pavilion. Inside, there was no one. No, there was actually someone still around. Mei Niang noticed Chen Changan on stage, sound asleep, and still as unimpressive as ever. Because Mei Niang knew him somewhat, she could determine he was a Dao Saint. That incredible and terrifying expert could not be anyone other than this youth in white. Mei Niang harboured doubts at first, but not anymore. It was the ruined…
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Chen Changan never felt so drained in his life. It was like he tousled with twenty women. The use of Immortal Solution and Special Effects to sing one song had taxed his mind to the extreme. He brought about music like no other, spreading its rhythm beyond Misty Pavilion; it felt like being one with the zither. He looked at the Dragonised City and found that all the Malignant Spirits were dead, saving the lives of millions. Chen Changan just lay there, on…
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High in the sky, the battling Mei Niang and Xie Bo, along with Zhuang Ming, who unleashed the flood of Malignant Spirits in the city, started at the zither music. “The Power of Dao!?” Xie Bo stirred. Mei Niang was even more shocked. “Who is it? What song is it played to contain such a vibrant Dao, to shake the world?” Mei Niang cultivated the art of zither, knowing its Dao better than most. The music, flowing like water, boundless like the mountains, and resounding…
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“Oh, crap, the great outdoors sure is dangerous, with disasters lurking at every corner. At least I’m in my Avatar.” Chen Changan grumbled as he heard the slaughter outside Misty Pavilion. At this rate, Dragonised City was finished, with all its population serving as food for Malignant Spirits. Chen Changan stood on stage before the wooden zither while the chaos from outside the thin walls grated his nerves. “If this doesn’t work, then I might as well call it quits and end…
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