Emily Harris
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Jack sat cross-legged and prepared himself. Slowly, the world fell away, leaving behind only him, his resolve, and the Thousand Essence Flower. He had to succeed. He had to brave the risk and break through. This was it. After this moment, he would either rise to the top…or fall to hell. A little more time passed. Jack’s resolve strengthened to its limit, though there really wasn’t much space to go—he was already as hyped as he could be. His mind calmed down like a still lake, giving him a clear…-
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Gan Salin was breathless as he watched the battle between Jack and the Final Guardian. He struggled to believe he was at the same tier as these guys. Their speed, their strength, their skills, their control over the Dao… This was a level he could never, ever reach. At this moment, he completely and utterly submitted. The battle carried on, and Salin’s excitement only grew. He had never heard anything about that four-armed transformation. Plus, expelling one’s Dao to counter an immortal’s Dao…
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Jack stood panting over the Final Guardian’s body. His legs were wobbling. His mind was swimming. Not falling over was the most he could do, but it didn’t matter because he had “YES!” he shouted, raising a fist to the sky. That action unbalanced him, and he fell on his butt. The Life Drop’s metamorphosis was already reverting, and he was so devoid of energy that even his regeneration didn’t kick into effect. A screen appeared before his eyes: The rush of stats returned some power to Jack,…
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The old man struck down. Jack jumped to the side. The world resisted his movement, seeking to constrain him, but he used his physical strength to escape. The ground where he used to stand was destroyed. The mace head landed like a real comet, exploding the stone that made up this hall’s floor. The red carpet was torn apart. Stone shards flew through the air. The shockwave pushed into Jack’s ears and took his breath. His eyes widened. There was no way he could block that, whether he had four arms or a…
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Jack entered the throne room. As he stepped through the door, he felt a breeze pass over his skin, like he’d been caressed by a curtain of wind. He took a deep breath. The air was fresh here—strong, somehow, almost verdant. Even breathing this air heightened his senses and brought out his body’s full potential. Torches lined the walls, gold-trimmed stone columns were arranged uniformly across the rectangular hall, and a red carpet stretched from the entrance to the throne, where an old knight sat…
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Jack walked out of Trial Garden one step at a time. It wasn’t easy—he was dehydrated and completely exhausted. The mist parted before his feet. Slowly, he made it to the animal tile formation, which now felt like it was so long ago. He stepped on the right animal tiles, still not knowing how they were deduced. From there, it was a straight line. Step after step, the mist thinned, and the towering garden gate appeared before Jack. Only now did he realize that it was over. That he had escaped. It was…
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Jack remained in a trance. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind instantly, each reinforced or repelled by the Dao in and around him. What significant insight did he have that was not yet a Dao Root? His resolve to reach the top? He had that. His understanding of how power shaped the world and weakness was a curse? He had that, too. An understanding of life? That was also a Dao Root though by a roundabout way. What other feeling or concept was deeply rooted inside him? Fear. The thought came unbidden.…
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Jack bit into the Dao Sprouting Pill. Its juices ran over his tongue. Almost instantly, he felt the world screech to a halt. His eyes opened wide. Colors spread through the darkness until they filled it, then kept going. Shapes and geometric patterns materialized, floating haphazardly through the air, breaking and reforming at random, each bringing Jack new inspiration. The small part of his mind that remained sober thought that this resembled the hallucinogenics of Earth. Except, those didn’t work for…
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Jack was alone. In the dark. There was no source of heat or light in the cave. Nothing flammable, besides his clothes and hair. Even if he snapped his fingers hard enough to create sparks, all he achieved was a momentary respite from the darkness, a hollow light that accentuated the walls and floor of his prison. He had to escape. He had to reach the D-Grade. Jack knew some things about cultivation now. Rushing head-first into his most difficult breakthrough yet would be a fool’s errand. He needed to…
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The animal bros hesitated, glancing at Brock for his opinion. After thinking for a moment, the brorilla nodded. Bocor hurriedly stood and walked away, bottling his humiliation as he waited for Longsword’s instructions. However, all three Lords were frozen. Even Longsword had forgotten that he’d just been pushed back and humiliated yet again. There were more important matters at hand. Both followers of the Barren High team had just demonstrated the strength of Lords out of nowhere. They were two…
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