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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.

place, his expression slightly heavy, but he did

Steward Zuan began

a Direct Disciple who has now

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

Zuan’s face was unsightly, and a trace of fright

Milton

a position that could be equated to that of Elders,

Core Disciples are treated as candidates for the Sect Leader’s training,

Direct Disciples, whether in terms of

the entire Black Moon Sect, there only existed

Now, there were twenty-seven.

fewer

Steward Zuan was in such a

serious, and I won’t be able to leave the Sect for at

so crazy for

spoke with a sense of

lost, this could be said

of millions of years were all exhausted in

say that there was no hatred

matter how much he hated, there was no way around it; that individual was not someone he could afford to

being able to leave the Sect was the most significant loss for

Direct Disciples like him needed to leave the Sect, whether to carry out missions or to seek

the Sect, as that would

current Level, mere Cultivation was unlikely to offer any

were merely consumables for him and not

that Core

Cheney asked with a

be to

loss for Steward Zuan this time, and it

just due to hatred, it would be fine, but if it’s

Cheney, the observer, had

Milton Cheney also gave

next moment, his

Disciple out of some cultivation resources, so why should the

was a bit too

had never been a

Plane Chief, after all, is nothing

they could simply

course of hundreds of millions of years, Steward Milton Cheney had come to believe that

a Core Disciple, this person targeted him at the

normal, very not

this moment, Milton Cheney’s words had

to his current Realm, he was naturally not

Disciple targeted him over a Plane Chief, he

Chief could make this fiendish woman remember

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

to have

ponder whether there were any clues he

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