Emily Harris
Stories
6
Chapters
1,488
Words
2.2 M
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Reading
7 d, 19 h
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Cultivators formed Dao Trees as they entered the D-Grade. However, at first, their Dao Trees didn’t resemble trees at all. Jack’s inner world used to contain four Dao Roots wrapped around the Dao Seed, connected to it through a network of thin lines. All together, they formed the image of a fist, where each finger was a different color—five of them, each corresponding to one of Jack’s Daos. As he leveled up, however, things began to change. Jack hovered in his inner world, observing the changes.…-
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Guys! It took us some time to prepare this beast of an audiobook, but it's finally published. 36 hours of ear-perking performance by Jeremy Frazier. Whooo. However, unlike the ebook version, the first audiobook didn't do too well. I hope to remedy that a bit with this second audiobook, so any bit of help is appreciated. I really think this story deserves to be heard. So spread the word! Help the people waiting for this release hear about it -- I only found out two days ago, so chances are, they still…
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Artus Emberheart opened his eyes when someone knocked on his door. Of course, he’d sensed them coming; his Dao perception stretched for a hundred miles around. “Come in,” he commanded, and the door opened soundlessly. “Warden,” the leonine who entered saluted him humbly. “I have a report on the missing teams.” “Speak.” “More of them disappeared. We’ve tracked down the numbers of missing people over the last month, and they are unusually high in seven low-level zones. The latest…
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Jack faced down the three remaining inner disciples. A turtler predictably focusing on defense. A bearfolk who looked like an all-around physical fighter. Finally, a sharken specializing in speed. The Animal Kingdom traditionally focused on Physical cultivators. By taking care of the mage early on, Jack had assured that all remaining enemies were the Physical kind, which meant they needed to get up-close and personal. That way, not only did they fight him where he excelled, but he could also capture them…
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Jack hid in the foliage. He’d smudged dirt on his face and bare chest, trying to make himself both stealthy and inconspicuous. If people thought him a prisoner at first glance, it would save him a few seconds of suspicion. To that end, he’d also hidden away his purple robes, leaving himself with just a pair of boots and a short, brown set of pants—his undergarments, basically. Pretending to be an inner disciple would also work, as he could then launch a sneak attack on the disciples from up-close.…
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Jack and Shol sat on two branches of a high tree like birds who’d grown tired of having wings. Their mood was somber. “Hell is a large planet,” Shol explained. “Several times larger than your Earth. It is only used as a prison and an elite training ground, which results in it being very sparsely inhabited. Ninety-nine percent of the surface is untamed wilderness.” “So we have room to play,” Jack replied, nodding. “Any idea how to find Dordok?” “That’s the captain of the Trampling…
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Juliet drove her hoe into the ground, plowing it easily. It felt fake. Even five months after the Integration, she still struggled to adjust to her new powers, as did most people. “Done already, Juliet?” another woman called out. “Almost! Just one more line!” Juliet shouted back, her voice easily reaching the next field over. She took a moment to catch her breath before continuing. The cold winds of February broke helplessly against her bare arms, not even stinging. The frozen soil, which should…
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Hell looked pretty nice, actually. As Jack and his trusty crate were spat out of teleportation, his Dao perception caught glimpses of tall, lush trees, and chirping birds, and grass all over. Almost immediately, however, his attention homed in on the people around him. A steady workforce of cultivators was moving crates from the teleporter to a starship parked just to the side. Jack’s crate, too, was picked up by a man who looked like he was half-bear. He lifted the crate like it weighed…
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The Eternal Gate was as dead as Derion, the poison planet, except in a different way. As soon as Jack arrived, he noticed the absence of wind. The air was thin here, making breathing difficult, and there was no sound to be heard. No squawking of animals, no birds flying overhead, no activity in the barren, flat landscape. There were few plants, mostly colored a grayish green that made them seem half-dead. This blanket of silence fell heavy over the planet, influencing the people who stayed here. Nobody…
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The sky flickered with red and purple gasses in the far distance, as if the clouds had retreated deep into space. Under that sky, Huali’s estate was serene. Creeks pulsed with water, plinking as it fell from stone to stone, while small animals darted left and right, coexisting with the many servants and cultivators wandering the premises. Jack took a deep breath. This would be the last time he saw this place in a long while—if ever. He hadn’t even managed to fill his cellar…but that was the…
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