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Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Chapter 347 “Extracting a Billion Years Lifespan Nutrient” and “The Steward’s Critical Injury” (Please Subscribe)_2

Before reaching the limit of both body and mind, Milton Cheney would not choose to recklessly attempt a breakthrough into the Slashing Longevity Realm.

Unless there was some irresistible factor.

Time slowly passed, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of years’ worth of Nutrient for lifespan were gradually absorbed by Milton Cheney.

It seemed that in at most one hundred thousand years, Milton Cheney would be able to complete this arduous Cultivation.

Just as Milton Cheney’s thoughts were flowing, suddenly, a young man in a Black Robe appeared in the Little World.

It was Steward Zuan.

However, Steward Zuan’s condition seemed somewhat poor.

No, it wasn’t just poor, it was very bad.

His face was pale, his breath was chaotic, and the pressure emanating from his body was uncontrollably spreading outward.

Seeing this, Milton Cheney’s brow furrowed slightly.

Something had happened.

After arriving in this Little World, Steward Zuan completely ignored Milton Cheney’s presence.

He found a random spot to sit down, and in the next moment, the entire gray-dust Little World was dyed red.

A dense mass of pale-red light clusters emerged around Steward Zuan.

At a glance, there were at least several hundred thousand of them.

As soon as these light clusters appeared, they began to rapidly melt away at an extremely fast pace.

In just a few seconds, several hundred thousand pale-red light clusters vanished completely.

But at this moment, Steward Zuan still looked like a funnel, with his aura continuously leaking out.

Time slowly went by, and one after another, Treasures were taken out by Steward Zuan, hovering around him as soon as they appeared.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years.

In the midst of the tense atmosphere, a thousand years had passed.

The color of the Treasures around Steward Zuan had all dimmed. But Steward Zuan’s injuries were also gradually being suppressed.

Finally, after three thousand four hundred and twenty years, Steward Zuan reopened his eyes.

At this moment, he was in quite a disheveled state.

Though the leaking of his aura had stopped, his face was still as pale as paper.

But thankfully, there were no serious issues.

in place, his expression slightly heavy,

Zuan began to

has now become the twenty-seventh

I was almost destroyed, if it wasn’t for my timely use of a secret treasure

face was unsightly, and a trace of fright flashed

this, Milton Cheney

the Black Moon Sect held a position that could be equated to

Disciples are treated as candidates for the

to Core Disciples, Direct Disciples, whether in terms of status, strength or Talent, the gap was too

Sect,

Now, there were twenty-seven.

scarce number, even fewer than

was in such a sorry

able to leave the Sect for at least several

to go so crazy

spoke with a sense of

misstep and everything was lost, this could be said to be a setback to square

hundreds of millions of years were all

say that there was no hatred in his heart

hated, there was no way around it; that individual was not

the Sect

needed to leave the Sect, whether to carry out missions or to

stay within the Sect, as that would be of no

his current Level, mere Cultivation was unlikely to

extending his lifespan were merely consumables for him and

kind of grudge would cause that

with a slightly

deep must the vengeance be to necessitate

for Steward Zuan this time, and

it would be fine, but if it’s for

Steward Milton Cheney, Milton Cheney, the observer, had a much clearer

Milton Cheney also gave

next moment, his expression

out of some cultivation resources, so

a

there had never

Chief, after all, is nothing

they could simply find

Steward Milton Cheney had come to believe that the Core

surprise, after becoming a Core Disciple, this person

was not normal, very

Milton Cheney’s words had awakened

his current Realm, he was

him over a Plane Chief, he was now starting to doubt that

fiendish

Steward Milton Cheney’s complexion returned to its usual calmness, but his expression still contained

have

began to ponder whether there were any clues he had left behind

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