Longevity Chronicles - Chapter 251 - 188: The 14 True Inheritors Strike Against the Eight Immortals, The Mighty and Wealthy Master Taixuan

Since Suri disappeared, smiles and laughter seemed to have disappeared from the Clarke family home. Christian, who feels responsible for the disappearance of his younger sister, turns into a terrible figure, all ways and efforts Christian do to find his sister. In his search, Christian accidentally meets a girl who manages to return laughter to him. As his feelings deepen for the girl, Christian must be faced with a painful reality that makes him have to choose to continue his story or end it.

Elena Wilson, an ordinary girl who has a simple dream turns out to have many secrets. What is that secret? Was he the one who saved access to find Suri?

“If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?”

An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.

I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.

Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.

Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution.

Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

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