Ghostly Blessing

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?” 
She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary.
“What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.”
He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power.
Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light… 
The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air.
“No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli.
They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man.
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A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal.
However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…"

Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

On the way to Ghost Gate, Wei Mojun looked at the expression of Feitian Yecha with a cold gaze.


However, Feitian Yecha merely bore a rigid zombie face, which utterly lacked any trace of subtle emotion.


The zombie obviously had ill intentions, which everyone could see, and it could also guess that everyone had noticed.


So, on that basis, what did it plan to do?


If its scheme were revealed, it would surely be punished by oneself, who wielded the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword—maybe even be directly wiped out.


In other words, a pointless scheme held no value unless that scheme could directly kill oneself with a one-hundred-percent certainty, enabling it to seize back the Hiltless Locust Wood Sword.


Given the intelligence of Feitian Yecha, it wouldn't engage in futile efforts—if it struck, the attack would certainly be the most ferocious one possible.


Chapter 21: On the Bank of the River of Forgetfulness, the Vine Behemoth