Li Che traveled through time and space, and after living an ordinary life for 19 years, he chose to accept his fate, married and had children, and worked hard to support his family.

But when his daughter was born...

A father is honored by his daughter, and his life is no longer ordinary.

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When your daughter is born safely, you get the Dao fruit [Xian Gong]

When your daughter is one year old, you are safe and sound, and you get the Dao fruit [Dragon Elephant King Kong]

When your daughter is two years old, you are healthy and disaster-free, and you get the Dao fruit [Immaculate Heart]

When your daughter is three years old, you are lively and clever, and you get the Dao fruit [Chess Saint]

When your daughter is four, five, six years old...

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Li Che discovered that every time his daughter grows up, he can condense a Dao fruit to bless himself.

From then on, Li Che had a simple wish.

One year a fruit, silently guarding longevity.

As a father, I only want...

Starting from a warm bed with my wife and children, I will calmly guard my daughter's immortality.

Silently condense billions of Dao fruits.

So far, he has practiced and refined his spirit, and is invincible in heaven and earth.

A female swordswoman just passed by with her sword above your head, and you looked up.

Seeing the female sword fairy slaying the demonic dragon in the endless East China Sea a hundred years ago is the happiest thing in the world. You feel something in your heart and gather the fruits of the years to [slay the dragon].

An old beggar just passed by you and you glanced at him.

Seeing that the gate of heaven was closed when the old beggar knocked on it with a dog-beating stick three hundred years ago, making all the gods in the sky laugh, you gathered the Taoist fruits of the years to [beat the gods].

Just now a scholar asked you for a sip of wine, and you squinted at him.

Observe the scholar who read the sword at night five hundred years ago. One person had a sword and a white shirt. On the battlefield at the border, the heads of foreigners were killed, and the anger swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. You condensed the Taoist fruit of the years [the majesty lasts forever].

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Peace and happiness come through time, this world is chaotic, and life is as thin as paper.

Fortunately, Anle can see the highlights, sorrow and anger, or helpless past events in others, and then condense them into the fruits of the years to bless his own body.

Young people practice, refine their gods, and accumulate Tao fruits.

Knock on the door of practice calmly and become a saint silently.

“Ding! Congratulations on binding the Gods’ Heavenly Pride, you will receive a cultivation perception and cultivation speed equal to 150% of the other party!”

“Additional rewards can be obtained for cultivation-related matters arising with the bound object.”

“Wish you a happy cultivation!”

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You and the Princess of the Great Tang Dynasty are viewing the purple qi and talking about the heavenly path, and you have obtained “Purple Qi Eastward Kung Fu”!

You and the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan explore the secret realm and search for the inheritance, and obtain “Demon Emperor’s Indestructible Body”!

You and the demon clan demon son duel South China Sea, sympathy, get “the gods and demons Zhen Jail strength”!

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A hundred years later, you have bound all the heavenly pride in the world.

You look back and find.

You, invincible.

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard.

Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities.

That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.

“The son deserves to be an example of justice!”

“Positive, elegant and easy-going, jealous like hatred, not good at female sex!”

“The sky does not give birth to a son, the right way is like a long night!”

Everyone is moved.

…

Don’t boast!

Don’t praise me anymore!

This son does not want justice, this son is not a righteous example!

Let go of this son, this son is not crazy, don’t take medicine!

This son wants to do bad things and be a villain!

I beg you, let this son do something bad!

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.