In a world of great competition, human life is like grass, and at the end of the dynasty, beacon fires are everywhere.

The heroes are divided, and the catastrophe has continued for years. The prosperous world is once a hundred miles without people, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

And above this chaotic world, beyond the earthly world, there are those who have passed away and are about to return.

They are either legends or myths…

In this great world, in a small border town, Yang Prison raised his head and saw dark clouds rolling in and a torrential rain coming.

…………

There are old books “Projection of the Heavens” and “Dao Ji”, and friends who like it can go and read.

The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.

The consequence of staying up late reading novels is that one day, after pulling an all-nighter, you close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character.

Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress.

As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead.

In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand.

Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead!

In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: “Big brother, I hope I didn’t scare you?”

In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: “Brother Long, please don’t hit me, okay?”

Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: “Aotian, it’s time to pay the ‘public grain’ tonight.”

Long Aotian’s legs go weak, and he feels like crying: “I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!”

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping An, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping An, Ping An* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping An means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

After traveling to the world of cultivating immortals, Xu Changsheng, who was bent on pursuing immortality, lived as a mortal for 18 years in obscurity. When he despaired of the path to immortality, he accidentally awakened the golden finger.

Ah? If the offspring's cultivation level breaks through, then his cultivation level can be returned?

Isn't that a system of having many children, bringing you great blessings? Give me as many children as possible!

I want the entire world of immortal cultivation to be filled with the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

What? To strengthen offspring, you need spirit stones? You need lifespan?

Moreover, only when the offspring’s cultivation level breaks through can one receive the cultivation level return reward?

Alas, why is this system a little different from other systems that wish to have many children and be blessed?

Let’s see how our Ancestor Xu rose step by step from being a casual cultivator to the most powerful ancestor in the world.

This book is not of the traditional type of story about having many children and being blessed. It is a slow-burning, family-oriented story. It is not an invincible and exciting story, nor is it brainless. The protagonist is rather cowardly, and there are many female protagonists, but none of them are studs!

The combat system will not collapse! ! Fellow Taoists, you can read with confidence!

[Farming Style][Mortal Style][No Level Suppression] Ji

Yuan traveled through the world of immortal cultivation. Although he became an immortal cultivator by chance, he ended up being a fisherman for the immortal cultivation sect.

At this beginning, he thought that he would probably only be able to follow the path of not bullying the poor in youth, middle age, and old age.

But he never thought that he would accidentally awaken a building upgrade panel.

[Fishpond lv1: Fish fry growth rate +20%, half-spiritual fish have a certain chance to evolve into spiritual fish]

[Cave lv1: Wall self-healing, basic dust-proof barrier, night spiritual energy concentration +20%]

[Chicken pen lv1: Spiritual eggs are laid once a day, containing trace spiritual energy, can be fasted]

[Pig pen lv1: Spiritual pigs gain 100 kilograms of muscle in seven days, blood and flesh contain body-hardening medicinal properties, and can accelerate wound healing]

[Spiritual field lv1: Crop cycle -30%, output contains weak wood spiritual energy]

[…]

From the most basic [Fishpond] to the [Alchemy Room] [Refining Room] in the world of immortal cultivation, as long as it is Ji Yuan's building, all can be upgraded.

"The purpose of cultivating immortals is not to fight and kill, but to live forever."

After several years, when the proud people are defeated, the holy land is corrupted, and the powerful people fall, only "Ji Tianzun" will become immortal and evergreen.

One yuan, two instruments, three talents, four images...

After crossing, Shang Xia feels lucky! There was a young man with a firm face who was yelling at his back not to bully the young man...

In front of him is a good-for-nothing son whose marriage has been divorced, and we want to challenge him as the starting point for restoring the glory of the family... Not far away is a girl with infatuated eyes. Pet, baring his teeth at him...

Shang Xia felt a chill in his heart, and felt that it would be more reassuring to trample all these people under his feet!

All things are like dreams and bubbles.

All things in the world are nothing but a cataract in the eyes, a bubble in the water, a mirage in spring, and a dew in the morning, without reality.

And the immortality of thousands of generations is nothing but coming from the stars and returning to the stars.

Countless planes, billions of lives, immortals and mortals compete for a dream, aren't they also the shadows of their own six dusts falling?

Then what is the end of this time and space, the other side of the immortal road, the existence that truly transcends everything?

Changkong Realm, Yuanyang Sea.

A three-no cultivator who died tragically, with two souls, suddenly opened his eyes...

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?

Good and evil?

Right and wrong?

The fate of the world?

The great catastrophe of the end times?

The countless living beings?

...

Everywhere in this world, there exist invisible yet unmistakable constraints.

When the tides of an era surge forward, most are powerless to resist.

And yet, when one looks around, it all suddenly feels like an illusion!!!

All things are but myself—beyond right and wrong, both good and evil—what I think and desire is what I do!!!

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