A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation

“Hmm…this place is…” When I regain my senses, what I see is a stone cave, and in front of it, Wol Ryeong is fighting a Half-Human, Half-Spider Race. The two draw a circle about three zhang wide, and inside that circle they duel, but it looks like Wol Ryeong is being utterly overpowered. “Damn it, I briefly shut down my consciousness in the clone and came back, and this is what I get.” Leaving behind an arrangement is an act that is exhausting beyond imagination. In real time, I must align the flows of fate numbering in the tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions, along with the measures of misfortune and fortune, and within it I must secretly intervene in such a subtle way that no one can notice, weaving fate together. Because of that, ever since entering Seo Gyeong’s body, I periodically retrieve my consciousness back into the …

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