Mary Jones
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Running a cultivator to exhaustion wasn’t that difficult. If forced to use qi, they could be out of energy within minutes. But without qi… That was a different story altogether. The glass shrub. A fabulous being of mighty, mysterious powers, one whose path had taken a sharp turn into the deep unknown. This mysterious being was manipulating a glass puppet to chase a child on the bronze path to exhaustion. Indeed, running a cultivator to exhaustion without forcing them to use qi was much more…-
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In a beautiful gazebo, sitting in a picturesque garden, six figures lounged in luxury, bathing in the goods of this world of wonders. They all had luscious, blonde hair, except for one figure with a striking pink mane streaked in crimson. Their bodies donned pearly white togas orned in golden decorations. A young man grabbed a grape off a table and ate it. He swallowed it, yet he reacted with a frown instead of satisfaction. Hunter turned to the others, “Do you all feel weird when eating something…
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Marven was aware of Neave’s martial prowess and had seen him fight someone on the third step of the platinum path. However… That was with his overwhelming advantage of well over a dozen spirit powers. In the spirit realm, none of them had any. Neave was likely to be several ranks above his own in strength, even with the spirit powers removed, but it was mighty arrogant of him to assume that that would qualify him to fight against someone on the platinum path. What could he realistically have? The…
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While platinum path cultivators could still think while asleep, they could also choose not to. Marven decided that keeping his thoughts empty would be best for him this time. Once he woke up, there was no way to tell how long had passed. All he had to go off was the way he felt. It wasn’t long until his mind cleared, and he was back in reality. He felt incredible. Must have slept for quite a while, and the sedative Neave gave them must have helped him relax considerably. Aware of what Neave had done,…
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Hunter sipped on the lovely tea. It was poisoned, and he died. Such was the fate of any child in the Zearthorn sect. Yet, his lifeless corpse looked on as it witnessed the mountains of young corpses and the dragon with his mother’s head feasting on them. This was a strange world, a world of weird rules. Rules he didn’t know, strangeness he didn’t understand. It was a dream. A nightmare. Visage born of his inner self, an abyssal eidolon hunting him in the depths of unconsciousness. Yet, he felt…
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Marven looked at the improvized sword, noticing the bending and tearing it had endured after he used the massive technique. It wasn’t a big deal, the blade could last longer, and Dukean could fix it up in seconds if needed. However, even if he had the Glass Shard, he wasn’t confident he could face this crisis. All they could do was run. Before their eyes, the demon absorbed piles of limbs and grew with every piece of flesh that sank into its body. What stood before them could only be described as a…
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Gabrias stood frozen, waiting for the puppet to move. Anxiety was already setting in, as it hadn’t moved even a bit for minutes. What was happening? Was the glass brush busy with something else, thus, incapable of manipulating the puppet? That wasn’t good news. Gabrias was alone on the surface and utterly defenseless without the puppet's help. He could perhaps take the Glass Shard, but he didn’t want to upset the shrub once it returned. He anxiously scouted over the landscape, looking for any…
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All around them, they could hear the sounds of slithering, scurrying, sneaking, and, well, demons outright rushing toward them. Some were subtle and insidious, while others seemed to have a more straightforward approach to life. Marven was sweating profusely as he got into a battle-ready stance. He had access to qi techniques this time because his weapon resembled a sword enough, but that didn’t change the fact that their current situation looked quite hopeless. He had struggled mightily to take out a…
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Several demon bodies lay strewn around the cavern, shredded to bits by floating shards of glass. Yet, one still stood, lurking, hiding in the shadows. Observing. It could sense the soil and the roots that spread within. Horrifying yet exciting. Perhaps even thrilling—but dangerous. The corpses that lay around had all already been cracked into by roots and were being consumed. All but one final corpse, currently in the living demon's grasp. Small, black veins spread from the demon's limbs and…
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Neave rarely, if ever, truly acted his age. It was hard to say what his age really was, to begin with. Was he eleven? Or did all the years stuck within the loop count? Who was to really say? Neave felt it depended on social interaction, maturity, and stuff that couldn’t be developed in total isolation. Let alone in a horrid hell realm of infinite death and suffering. Or perhaps, even more simply, it just depended on one’s biological age. It didn’t really matter either way since Neave was, this…
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