In that moment, I seemed to hear distant voices in my ear.
Thousands of them, a chorus of whispers.
I saw Master's dantian, once radiant with golden light, now dimming, the threads spat out by the worms snapping.
The whisk that nearly strangled me also broke.
I crashed heavily to the ground.
In agony, the fallen whisk fluttered onto me. I couldn't move, nor had the strength to push it away.
But still defiantly gazed at my Master, equally immobilized on the high platform.
I forced a tired smile:
"Seems like I've won."
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Slaying the Divine, Ascending the Path
FantasyIn this mystical tale set in ancient China, we follow the journey of a gifted individual who embarks on a path to spiritual enlightenment and immortality. The protagonist, blessed with unique visionary abilities, is drawn into a world of ancient alc...
