Refining the Mountains and Rivers - Chapter 45 – The Righteous and Demonic Convocation

When Yao Shen, Patriarch of the Heavenly Sky Sect, ascends and regains memories of his past life on Planet Earth, he realizes that he can no longer allow himself to accept the cruel and violent ways of Eliria, the realm of cultivation. So he decides to change it. It was time to found a new sect. One based on the values of honor and equality over senseless violence and discrimination. A sect where all, from the mortal farmer’s son to a sect elder's daughter, were held accountable to the same rules. Welcome to the Modern Sect.

When Arran decides to become a mage, he quickly discovers that magic can be more dangerous than he had ever imagined. Soon, he finds himself hunted for powers he never knew he had.

Gu Miru was assigned to the redemption group because she repeatedly broke down the mission world.

To redeem the miserable situation of the novel world, leading to blackening, madness, and ultimately the self-destruction of the soul, the role of the world to be. The auxiliary world successfully played the He ending.

However, the redemption team cannot designate an ID card, and they need to draw cards by luck.

Ten thousand years of non-chief Gu Miru: ….
The first world: an ancient boy who was locked up as a monster because of albinism and starved to death.
Gu Miru drew the ID card: the culprit who proposed to lock up the son.
The second world: The dead man who died for the heroine, who could not be loved.
Gu Miru drew an ID card: the vicious female partner who ordered the shooter.
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Sweet and sweet, humming and falling in love, and can’t eat the food to cut the leg meat type by myself, and I don’t like welcome x.
Decathlon female lead, two worlds with different male lead.
The previous copywriter Long Aotian case reopened.

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