MTL - Stratholme God - Chapter 61 wretched development

An inexplicable energy invaded the blue star.

Subtly changed the body structure of all creatures, making them all have unexpected changes.

While all creatures are still groping for the way forward.

Su Ming, who has mastered the evolutionary route, is already ahead of them.

[Known evolutionary route]

1. Flame Lance Wolf

2. Frost Nair Wolf

3. Storm Thunder Wolf

Looking at the three evolutionary routes on the panel, Su Ming fell into contemplation.

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Xuan Yi traveled through the fantasy world and became the elder of the Profound Sword Sect, starting with the Nascent Soul Realm!

Awakening the Disciple System, the more enchanting the apprentice’s talent, the stronger Xuan Yi’s strength!

The Breakthrough of others depends on cultivation, and the Breakthrough of Xuan Yi depends on accepting disciples!

Although he is an elder, have you ever seen an elder who is hundreds of times stronger than the Sect Master?

“Little sister, I think your bones are amazed. You are a Sword Cultivator. Why don’t you worship me as a teacher! You can choose the holy order technique, and the nine-grade pill will be a snack for you.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host, You have received a disciple with an aptitude of more than 9999. Reward: Improve the host’s ten realms, three holy ranks!”

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.