In Jing Qian's sea of consciousness, a stele rose up. On this stele, all the strokes and drawings were written, all of which were his own destiny.

When destiny and law intersect and are engraved on the destiny stele, a destiny is formed.

The destiny contains the innate roots and potential, and also determines the acquired achievements and practice.

Let's see Jing Qian cast destiny into a sword, cut off the soul and ascend to immortality!

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[Destiny: Waves, singing on the waves, dancing with the waves! ]

[Destiny: Sumeru, mustard seeds have Sumeru, dust contains the universe! ]

[Destiny: Tushita furnace, luring with absurd words, enjoying Tushita's joy! ]...

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The fire of destiny burns the body, Sumeru determines the way, singing on the waves, casting swords like dragons, sewing souls and weaving spirits, Tushita furnace tripod, I carve a stele myself to cast longevity.

One day, the iron tree blossoms, and spring buds sprout in winter.

One year, the great river flows backward, and white crows fill the sky.

One lifetime, good and evil are blurred, and peril shadows every step.

One man, with but a single word, laughs proudly across the world.

He declared:

“The heavens may have nine layers, the earth eight desolate realms—yet I will strive to reign over the Seven Realms.

I seek no refuge in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

I have stolen the grains of others, yet walked the seas as a wandering hero.

Three lifetimes of love, two lifetimes as an immortal—

All I desire… is for my words to pierce the heavens!” - NovelUpdates

Transmigrating to another world and becoming a goblin, Ivan possesses a special shield: Hunter. From small insects to humans and elves, and even giant dragons and demon kings, he gains a specific ability from each one he kills. But considering his own weakness as a goblin... Ivan thought he was destined to spend his life in the dark goblin cave, nibbling on fleshy rice bugs and slowly growing old... until he saw more and more human adventurers arriving. Hunting male human warriors grants warrior skills like Spin Slash! Capturing female human mages increases the number of goblins he breeds by +10. The green-skinned dwarf, slaying those who resist and sparing those who surrender, quickly builds an invincible goblin army! From goblin berserkers, goblin shamans, goblin priests, to mecha goblins capable of crafting explosive weapons...

She's a 21st-century dual-spiritual agent, a time traveler who transforms into the ultimate loser!

He's the Supreme Asura of the Ghost Realm, yet unexpectedly, he meets her!

She vows to overcome all obstacles in the world for him!

He vows to overturn the prosperity of the world for her!

When the clever and courageous she meets the powerful him, they overturn the Nine Provinces and bring prosperity to this chaotic world!

Synopsis: [Many Children, Many Blessings] [Mystical/Trollish] [Refreshing Read] Qin Song transmigrates to the wasteland world of Ling Cage, starting as the glorious Dawn Supervisor. He initially thought his proximity to the authorities would bring him advantages, but unexpectedly, he gets caught in a power struggle and is sent to the surface to perform a data collection mission. Fortunately, he awakens the "Many Children, Many Blessings" system, earning rewards for completing missions. In this apocalyptic world teeming with Devouring Beasts and where people's hearts are unpredictable, weakness is the original sin. Therefore, he vows to become the strongest vanguard of the Lighthouse.

In immortality, one stands like a nobody. That's right, immortality—the world known as the "Eternal Stage," a world where no one dares to challenge you. But Wang Hao arrived a bit early; Fang Qingxue was currently participating in the outer sect assessment of the Feathered Ascension Sect with him, while Fang Han was still dutifully tending horses at the Fang family home. In this world where the winner takes all and the loser is left to rot, Wang Hao touched his cheat code and thought, "Simply amazing." A fishing rod, fishing across countless worlds. Cultivation techniques, rare items, physiques, magic weapons, time portals to other worlds—he could catch them all. Elixirs from the Dragon Talisman World, cultivation techniques from the Yang God World, an invincible physique from the Shrouding the Heavens World, innate spiritual treasures from the Primordial World… countless treasures forged Wang Hao's invincible legend. The Ming Dynasty's Jiajing era version of "Storm Riders," the Water Margin's immortal and demonic version of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," the Divine Journey to the West, the Primordial Gods… Wang Hao was invincible across all heavens, until…

"What is the high martial arts world? It's not just about the hot-blooded high school students with super spiritual potential, nor is it just about the geniuses with mysterious consciousness palaces.

This vast world is more about ordinary people living in the corners.

For example, maintenance teams, front-line troops that serve as cannon fodder, and porters.

The protagonist of our report today is this great existence who grew from a maintenance worker stationed in the 'Sinkhole Dimension' to the Lord of All Worlds... The Lord of the Metaverse, the Lord of All Worlds, the Ultimate Martial God - Xu Feng."

- The TV reporter adjusted his glasses and looked cautiously at the middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back: "Mr. Xu, will this content become your black history and be criticized by others?"

Xu Feng waved his hand slightly, sighing: "Dark history? No, that's just the way I came here."

The reporter from the Galaxy TV Headquarters nodded with admiration and wrote the following title in his notebook -

"From Maintenance Worker to Lord of All Worlds: The Legend of Breaking the "Routine" of High Martial Arts"

A Blue star teenager Yang Ming, by chance, came to the world of Blood of Youth. He tried for several years, to step into the free realm. Then resisted the attacks and killing of the dark river organization, save Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi. Zema River Lake dream, leaning on the sword to sing. In this world, Yang Ming left a legend of his own! ...

Traveling through the Marvel Universe, I possess the unparalleled martial arts skills that can destroy the world.

During the Battle of New York, when the Hulk was being besieged and roared by the Chitauri, I slapped him from mid-air, and all of a sudden, everything was annihilated.

Iron Man was shocked to detect that the energy of that palm was far greater than a nuclear explosion, and Thor's hammer was as light as a feather in my hand.

Master Ancient One's face was solemn: "Your Nine Yang Magic Skill can actually distort the laws of time?"

>As Thanos' army approaches, the light of the six gems illuminates the universe.

I stood on the top of Mount Huashan, smiling at the strongest villain in the universe: "Northern Divine Art? I can absorb your snap of fingers."

From a peasant family to a family that ascends to prominence

The dark night, like an ink-soaked rag, weighed heavily on the earth. Torrential rain lashed the muddy official road like a whip, splashing muddy water that quickly gathered into torrents, rushing through the deep ruts. The air was filled with the stench of earth, the musty smell of rotting vegetation, and the lingering stench of livestock.

A battered mule cart was stuck in a mud pit, with half of its wheel buried. The mule pulling the cart was panting heavily, and even though the driver, Old Wang, cracked his whip loudly, it only pawed its hooves in vain, splashing more mud.

"Hey! Work harder! You lazy beast!" Old Wang's voice was hoarse from shouting, and the rain flowed down his wrinkled face, mixing with beads of sweat.

Li Xuan silently jumped out of the car, his shoulder resting against the soaking, cold floorboards. Icy rain trickled down the edge of his tattered hat and into his neck, causing him to shiver. He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his exposed arms. The mud beneath his feet was so thick and muddy that every push felt like his entire leg was being sucked into the damned muck. Fifteen years, a full fifteen years! From that naive "reincarnation" with a hint of absurd expectation, to his current form as a bodyguard with thick joints, dark skin, and a drenched bodyguard, he felt like fate had pinned him down to the mud, rubbing him repeatedly. Cultivating immortality? Immortality? Those distant dreams had long been worn away by the harsh, life-threatening life of a bodyguard, leaving only this damned, mud-soaked car and a burning pain in his shoulder.