Picking Up Fragments - Chapter 334: Five Hundred Skull Helmets

In a multiverse where countless universes and galaxies coexist, one man named Aadi has reached the pinnacle of power, surpassing all before him. But after achieving his goal, he finds himself at a loss on what to do next. To pass his eternal life with purpose, Aadi opens an extraordinary bookstore in a random world, accompanied by his witty friend, Asty, a white cat.

With his vast knowledge and experience, Aadi takes on disciples, each with their own unique hardships and goals.

Amidst action, adventure, and hilarious moments, Aadi will maintain his ordinary facade while secretly guiding his disciples to achieve greatness. Along the way, he will entertain himself and Asty by playing pranks on unsuspecting customers.

With a focus on the powerful Azure Divine World and the growth of Aadi's disciples, this story promises a thrilling journey through various realms, where different types of disciples, from cultivators to mages and magi, will rise to face their destinies. Join Aadi and his extraordinary bookstore as they navigate the mysteries of the multiverse and uncover the secrets of profound cultivation.

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