PREVIEW
... agon Peaks carried a desolate chill. Wang Jian stood on a high precipice, the eerie crimson twilight of the Blood Forbidden Ground painting the skeletal landscape in hues of perpetual dusk.
He needed a secure location, a temporary sanctuary to sort through the spoils of his recent, bloody endeavors and, more importantly, to delve deeper into the cultivation scriptures he had acquired.
His Steller Demonic Meridian Scripture was potent, but it was a living art, designed to evolve, ...
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