19 days ago
Rivers of the Night by Awespec
An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.
The World of Cultivation has changed.
Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.
Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.
The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one’s Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma’s fuel for a madman.
He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.
But now…
Everything had changed.
He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.
The first droplets fell.
He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven’s tears.
The River of the Night. Collapse
The World of Cultivation has changed.
Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.
Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.
The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one’s Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma’s fuel for a madman.
He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.
But now…
Everything had changed.
He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.
The first droplets fell.
He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven’s tears.
The River of the Night. Collapse
Last 25 chapters
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Chapter 873: Really. 19 days ago
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Chapter 872: A Galethunder’s Roar 19 days ago
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Chapter 871: Wedding 2 months ago
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Chapter 870: The Opposite 2 months ago
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Chapter 869: He Knew Now 2 months ago
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Chapter 868: No Intention 2 months ago
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Chapter 867: Never Worthy 2 months ago
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Chapter 866: Chaotic Era 2 months ago
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Chapter 865: Release 2 months ago
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Chapter 864: I Am 2 months ago
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Chapter 863: Carnage 2 months ago
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Chapter 862: First Step 2 months ago
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Chapter 861: Trust 2 months ago
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Chapter 860: Arrival 2 months ago
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Chapter 859: Anomaly (2) 2 months ago
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Chapter 858: Anomaly (1) 2 months ago
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Chapter 857: White Hole 2 months ago
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Chapter 856: Seconds 2 months ago
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Chapter 855: FUCKING BITCH! 2 months ago
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Chapter 854: NO! 2 months ago
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Chapter 853: No Sign 2 months ago
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Chapter 852: Lower 2 months ago
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Chapter 851: Doesn’t Matter 2 months ago
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Chapter 850: Answer 2 months ago
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Chapter 849: All She Could Do 2 months ago
Sword And Magic, Cultivation, Revenge, Immortals, Academy, Assassins, Clever Protagonist, Not Harem, Cold Protagonist, Ruthless Protagonist, Male Protagonist, Politics, Elemental Magic, Soul Power, Tragic Past, Clan Building, Unique Cultivation Technique, Overpowered Protagonist, Rank System, Magical Technology, Empires, Spirit Users, Strategic Battles, Weak to Strong

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