Dreaming Through Many Cold Autumns

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator?
After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Because Dongdong had only just begun to grasp these Divine Skills, she wasn't clear on the extent of their power. So, like a little girl on a mission, she simply used each one of them once and then hopped and skipped back.


"Master, Master, I've used them all once!" exclaimed the little girl. "But I don't know why, those weird-looking people, they all disappeared all of a sudden! Can they fly or something?" Dongdong clamored as she went in search of Tan Shuchang.


"Well done," Tan Shuchang praised briefly before looking outward and making no further moves.


All the fourth-layer Cultivators who were swept away were fortunate to have their lives intact, having not perished under the formidable Divine Skills that commandeered the powers of heaven and earth.


291, the three-year period has expired! Please..._2