Mary Miller
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In ancient times, the Venerable Tongtian, founder of the Celestial Hall, fought the four Spirit Emperors of his era and their cultivator armies for a piece of blessed land to establish his faction on. Back then, 6,000 disciples followed Tongtian, and all died for his cause. To honor their service, the Venerable Tongtian created the Funerary Rite of the Grand Legion, a ritual formation used by the Celestial Hall to commemorate the deeds of their deceased heroes. Though initially not meant for battle, the…-
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The bane of all mortal cultivators, Heart Demons were not merely the boogeymen constructed by elders to stress the importance of the Dao Heart, but genuine demonic entities born from the latent desires of all mortal cultivators. Ancient Lianist scholars believed that the cultivation road had been jointly created by the Lords of Heaven and Hell. That by going through the hurdles of immortal cultivation, cultivators fed Heaven’s Will. And by letting their Heart Demons grow, they nourished Hell itself.…
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Meanwhile, as the vassal leaders delayed the Sacrificial Knives’ offensive, Xinzi’s massive array settled into shape. From outer to inner court members, legions of White Immortal sect disciples stood in line—more precisely, they sat crossed-legged, with their hands resting on their thighs while waves of blue qi seeped out of their forms. In the last 500 years, never had the White Immortal sect hosted such a spectacle. The enormous mountain peak previously meant for the Yin-Yang contest struggled to…
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Sects, clans, and even the ruling courts of the Great Desolation World all had halls that registered and monitored the lifespans of their members. Naturally, higher-ranked elements deserved greater attention, and their falls often triggered unique phenomena that warned the whole faction so its leaders could react immediately. In the White Immortal sect, for example, whenever a great elder fell, thunderous noises and mourning cries resounded from the Life Plate hall, and a pre-programmed voice announced the…
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While Xinzi and co. met the Pulse Condensation level Sacrificial Knives’ assault, the White Immortal sect leaders faced an unprecedented crisis. Sandwiched in his own office by a squad of cloaked experts, Guang Fanghu fought his way out, but still ended up trapped in a battle formation. Surrounded by two-dozen experts of concealed cultivation bases, Guang Fanghu swept his foes with his Spiritual Sense—assessing their might. As with Xinzi beforehand, these assassins’ moves built on the Dark Moon…
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Meanwhile, alongside his initiates, trusted donors and willing elders, Xinzi arranged over 16,000 disciples—including 6,000 inners—in a formation. Spiritual Sense communication played a critical role in this assembly. At the same time, the top four vassal leaders: Shui Jiankang of the royal clan, Bai Renyi of the Nameless Sword mountain, Abbot Wanshan of the Thousand Roads mountain, and Zi Huamei of the Albizia Heart court, led their subordinates to delay the Sacrificial Knives—buying Xinzi time to…
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Far beyond the White Immortal sect’s walls, at the western end of Dongli, stood an ancient gray mountain that peaked so high that it seemed to pierce through the vault of heaven. Flocks of cranes circled the mountain walls, the largest led the dance, but despite the wide size and wingspan discrepancies in their ranks, all flew in perfect concert. The larger the crane, the more lustrous their feathers became—so lustrous in fact that it almost seemed as if the leading cranes left a bridge of light for…
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Meanwhile, thunderous noises pealed from other battlefields as the White Immortal sect’s elites met the invaders with full force. Isolated from their four leaders, the ordinary sect disciples rallied under the leadership of their elders, but as none could figure out how the Dark Moon cult had managed to sneak this many experts past the White Immortal sect’s screening process—uncertainty lingered. Xinzi’s Eight Trigrams Array still operated, making it impossible for nearby Sacrificial Knives to…
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Letting his muscle memory take over, Xinzi hurled Xia Hu into the sky, slid past two knife slashes, and sent two of the assassins flying into their peers. Up above, the body bag trapping Xia Hu broke down, enabling the fem swordsman to whirl into balance and land beside Xinzi. Like disarticulated reptiles, the assassins slipped back into their lineup. The 16 tenebrous figures became 48, multiplying even as their forms blurred across the platform, threatening to rain gashes on the monk-swordsman duo.…
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Meanwhile, Dong Ling and Chun Xu’s battle reached a crescendo. Chased across the ice pit’s walls, Chun Xu split into two sword doppelgangers, deftly avoiding any contact with Dong Ling’s Frigid Sword Dance. With each salvo, the ice-cold crescent moons seemed to get closer to their target, yet each assault ended in a miss, some narrower than others, but misses all the same. In that double flying sword form, Chun Xu could not only space out Dong Ling’s strikes but also use the tiniest gaps to escape…
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