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Douluo: Rise as the Immortal

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(Set In Soul land III: Legend of the Dragon King) A soul from another world, reborn through time and space. Will he live an ordinary life, or rise to dominate in a chaotic era? The grand curtain rises—no one can remain untouched! How will the story unfold? Will the soul beasts unite the world? If so, will the ancient legend of lovers dying for love still exist? Can the God King’s schemes still succeed against the demons beyond the heavens? Will Tang Wulin completely replace the Golden Dragon King? The Douluo Plane has long awaited one who can bring an end to all karma. Perhaps once, you and I were closest friends. Even if bonds remain between us, our stances differ. When it comes to the survival of races and the unification of nations, we can only scheme against each other, awaiting the final outcome. Warning: Male lead follows the genius trope—skip if not your preference. Ruthless and decisive, his cheat ability is the secrets of the human body. Female leads: Gu Yuena, Gu Yue, Na'er. ***** You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own Soul Land or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 路在远方Qa (for the fanfic) and Tang Jia San Shao (for Soul Land)
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