Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As the scarlet empyrean overhead maintained its persistent vigil over the Carnage Colosseum domain, deep inside a subterranean cavern more than thirty meters below ground level, Lu Ye was busy planting Ward Flags everywhere in preparation for casting a magical ward.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin Brewmaster was appointed as the Chief Blacksmith of Misty Mountains, tasked with crafting equipment and weapons for the entire Misty Mountains’ elite.
Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin Sky Deer City had sat in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, standing firmly atop the mountain ranges for aeons. The city wall alone spanned tens of millions of kilometres, standing tall even after defending against countless Upper Realm invasions. Even the stars were as tiny as specks of dust in front of it.
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder “Parish’s eyes can only see fate’s direction, not the details. I am fully aware of their shortcomings and there’s no way the stars would’ve revealed about me and Quanrong having a deal.”
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain The Immortal Ascension Boundary was a watershed for cultivators, and many people would never be able to reach it for their entire lives, but this hurdle wasn’t a big problem for the young leaders of these various forces.
