Emily Harris
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Jack floated in space. He was an incorporeal ghost, a figment of imagination that may or may not be real. Endless darkness surrounded him on all sides. Stars shimmered in the distance, so far away that even an immortal’s lifetime wouldn’t be enough to approach them. The silence was almost deafening. In this endless void, one figure stood alone. It was a woman with eyes the color of sunset and dark robes that floated soulessly in the absence of air. Her skin was pale, her features slim, and her long…-
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As Jack flew over the estate, news of his victory over Dan Bolon had already begun to spread. Servants pointed up at him with reverence, like he was a famous footballer, while many immortals nodded deeply at him as he passed. “Would you look at that,” Jack said to himself midair, “I’m famous again already.” In the time it had taken him to shower and get dressed, he had managed to become a celebrity. His burnt skin had already recovered, too. As he approached Shol’s residence at the edge of…
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A cloud of dust covered the crater, and that was a good thing, because Jack’s body was mostly broken. Dan Bolon’s attack had been stronger than he expected. His ribcage was bent, multiple organs had been punctured, and he was unable to breathe. The world was swimming before his eyes, and even maintaining his consciousness was a tough task. Then again, that wasn’t too bad. Strong immortals had the power to demolish entire mountains. Jack had only survived the impact because of the extreme defense…
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The restaurant went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. Jack met the man’s hard eyes and replied, “So what if I am?” The other man may have been infuriated, but at the end of the day, he remained an immortal. He wasn’t an idiot. They were thirty-seven levels apart. In his eyes, that was an insurmountable difference. Therefore, Jack must have had some trick up his sleeve. But what could it be? Jack had just insulted him so hard that now they At the end of the day, no matter what trump cards…
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Stripe City looked just as its name indicated. A thin stripe of architecture shoved in between two mountains, extending for at least five miles in length and maybe one in width. It was nowhere near the size of the bustling metropolises of Outer Planet, but it remained a respectably sized city. “Wow,” Jack said, gazing at it from afar. “Transportation must be hell there.” “It’s alright. There are great lanes for E-Grades to run on, letting them reach anywhere they want pretty quickly.” Jack…
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As time passed, Jack fell into a schedule. During the morning, he meditated on his Dao. He sought to explore the essence of the fist, what it really meant, and how it coexisted with the world. How all his different Dao Roots interacted with each other to form one complete whole, and how he could push forward the mastery of his Dao Skills. In the afternoon, he practiced combat. He became a regular of the Cloud Field, sparring with any willing immortal. These battles really widened his experience, letting…
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Brock raised the Staff of Stone and smashed it down. Boulders went flying. The grass bent by the wind. The wolf that was facing him was instantly obliterated, its head caved in, while the rest of the pack jumped on Brock from all sides. He twirled. His Staff followed an uneven trajectory, mowing through bodies even as the wolves attempted to pile on him, more than he could deflect. A set of jaws wrapped around his leg. Another aimed for the throat. An arrow came out of nowhere, zipping into the wolf…
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The outer planet consisted of one large land mass and one massive ocean. Its colors resembled Earth’s, however, reminding Jack of Pangea, the massive supercontinent that existed on Earth hundreds of millions of years ago. As their starship dived through the atmosphere, Jack and Brock could observe the supercontinent with increasing clarity. Most of its surface was taken up by forests, deserts, savannas, icy tundras, and all sorts of natural biomes. Civilization was mostly gathered in large hubs, with…
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Harambe chewed on a bananarm as he watched the others speak. The fruit juices ran over his chiseled jaw, dripped to his muscular chest, then collapsed to the ground between his trunk-like legs. He finished the bananarm and reached up the tree to get another. “Are you paying attention, Harambe?” the human woman with glasses asked him. Harambe nodded. “Good. How do you propose we go about this?” He stared at her emptily. Though he’d recently developed the Very Big Thought of Muscles, his speaking…
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The atmosphere around Cloud Field grew weird after the spar. Auburn exchanged a few words with Melia before taking off—she’d mentioned they’d come here to spar, but Auburn’s mood was too sour after failing to defeat Jack, who was forty levels weaker than herself. Which was a pretty normal response, actually. Auburn was a young D-Grade immortal who had been taken in as a personal disciple of Master Huali. Her talent was undeniably superb. This had to be one of the hardest losses she’d ever…
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