The Sevpons - Chapter 30: Return of the Raevin

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

«Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only Light can do that» the Goddess Amaltheia said as she held William in her loving embrace.

«Hate cannot drive out hate, only Love can do that.»

In order to help his little brothers and sisters at the orphanage, and save the person he loves, William decided to make the ultimate sacrifice.

This selfless act caught the eyes of the Gods which allowed William to have an opportunity to enter the Cycle of Reincarnation with their blessings. Together with his Mama Ella, and a herd of goats, William embarks on a new journey to find the meaning of happiness in his new life.

In a world of Swords and Magic, where adventures roam wild and free, a new legend is about to begin!

[Disclaimer: You might get addicted reading this story.]

The high-level face of the fantasy world is the supreme god, the light and darkness dominate the night seven winds, and an accident occurs when opening up a new world.

A body of Tongtian cultivation base was extracted cleanly by the newly created world, and turned into the source of the new world. The supreme divine body degenerated into the baby state when it was just born. , under the protection of the last trace of the law of light and darkness, he fell to the Douluo Continent. By chance, he was rescued by Juyueguan who was out on a mission, and was carried back to Wuhun City by Saint Bibi Dong… .

Ye Qifeng: Dirty things and dog things, don’t ask me why I am targeting you.

because……

Wuhun Temple, I’ll protect it!

Postscript: Some settings in this article are different from those in the original book, including certain time and plot settings, which are subject to this book.

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