Duanmu Huanghun’s eyes were tightly closed like a door. Behind the door, there was a world that had a great, ongoing snowstorm. Green snowflakes danced and fluttered in the air. Every snowflake was a viridescent flower. All of them were shaped differently, possessing a myriad of forms.
He was immersed in this pure, yet richly colorful, world.
The glowing pattern beneath his body changed its shape silently once more.
The nine hundred and sixtieth type of [Viridescent Flower].
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A breathless roar resounded through the air from the other side of the valley.
"Unity? Why not call it Transcendence?"
"It has been so many years, no one will care if it’s called Transcendence."
"Can’t he use his brain? With the name of "Transcendence" alone, we can increase the selling price of each sword by three times!"
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