Naked Sword Art - Chapter 376: Fruit of the Soul Devouring Method

In the future of the Blue Star, a red beam of light suddenly descended and caused the rapid evolution of animals and plants. Ten cosmic monsters appeared out of nowhere and humanity was plunged into endless disasters.

Wang Ye transmigrated with his talent for limitless skill points (cheats), rising from obscurity in times of crisis and breaking through deadlocks step by step...

He embarked on a legendary journey to conquer all clans, become the leader of the human race, and rule the universe's seas.

This fast-paced and exciting novel has a vast worldview, and features a truly intelligent, manly, and brave protagonist! (You know what I mean.)

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If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.

Just became the disciple with the highest seniority, but the Age of the Dark Mist descended, and the sect plummeted into a land plagued with raging demons.

Shen Changge who had already written his suicide note suddenly awakened to a Check-in System.

[Check-in at Sword Lord Statue, Success, acquired: Empyrean Sword Manual]

[Check-in at Training Ground, Success, acquired: Cultivation Base*50 years]

[Check-in at Sword Clout Mountain, Success, acquired: Sword Clout of Destruction*1s]

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In the Age of the Dark Mist, demons were rampant, and an impenetrable mist veiled the empyrean. By vanquishing demons, the mist could be dispelled, and new check-in locations could be unlocked. By doing so clandestinely, Shen Changge became a Sword Saint.

When a demon broke into the Empyrean Sword Sect, everyone in the sect was powerless. People were in despair, until they met that young man in white who had just checked in at the Empyrean Peak. The young man’s eyes were ablaze.

“Submit, demon.”

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”