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[If you would, please check out my new novel, Lost Legacies: Another World!]

Died because of grief, reincarnated because of fate.

Cal found himself in a world where dream was now reality and life meant survival! 

A world where cultivation existed and only the strong could survive!

Follow him as he breaks through the unthinkable and reaches the heavens with nothing more but a power that lets him cultivate through Artifacts!
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Cultivation Through Artifacts

While the sun was shining at Moon Academy from the sky above with scorching heat, a petite girl with chestnut brown hair and skin that was akin to the snow's cluster was calmly walking on the streets visibly deep in her own thoughts.

It was none other but Alia, who became this troubled looking ever since with her fight with Khal; from all the way he stood up to protect her from everyone instead of herself until the point of crushing all those arrogant Cultivators with nothing but his mere Second Stage cultivation strength... Just thinking about all these things made a bit of a crimson shade appear on her mild cheeks.

"I wonder what he is doing right now. I didn't even thank him properly yet." pondered Alia as she raised her gaze only to halt her steps abruptly.

"Khal?" before her in the distance, Alia noticed as Khal was standing below a colorful tree, visibly in deep thoughts that just like her a few seconds ago made his complexion troubled.

Fixing The Art