Rise of the Nightmare Crestmaster - Chapter 142 The Last Stop

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Mu Yu, who had just started university, unintentionally downloaded a mysterious hand tour and was brought to a strange and bizarre world, becoming the first player of the ‘Mystical World’.

By chance, Mu Yu joined an ancient sect that had declined for a thousand years. He successfully repaired the sect’s supreme technique, the Secret Manual of Space and Time, and became its spacetime descendant.

After three months, players officially logged into the Mystical World game. Mu Yu was already the pride of South Sky.

Two years later, when the players had grown up, Mu Yu had already become the most dazzling Saint under the starry sky.

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At the foot of the Misty Cloud Mountain, a young girl in a white dress nestled in Mu Yu’s embrace as she cried, “I, Nalan Yanran, would rather die than marry that young master of the Xiao family. I only wish to marry you in this life.”

“Ding!” You have successfully triggered a 3-star mission! to help Nalan Yanran go to the Xiao family to end the engagement! ”

“Wait a minute, this script isn’t right. Can’t we just not do it?” Mu Yu felt like crying.

“Either way! Either die! ” The System pulled out a 10m long broadsword.

“Stop, can’t I do it…” Mu Yu submitted.

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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.

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.