Tired of the urban feasting life.

Su Yu quit his job and returned to the countryside.

Bind the country live broadcast system.

Live the leisurely life in the country every day.

Plant flowers, walk dogs, and raise a big white snake.

Happy life.

But gradually, the audience in the live broadcast room realized that the anchor was unusual.

Fight the tiger with your bare hands.

Pull down the lightning and strike the wood.

Even the live broadcast turned over a bunch of robbers with a fire show.

The audience in the live broadcast room: “Anchor, to be honest, are you cultivating immortals behind our back?”

Su Yu: “How is it possible? How can the illusory things like Xiuxian really exist? Everyone must believe in science!”

Audience: “Then please explain, what happened to your rhubarb and Xiaobai?”

Su Yu looked back and found that the big yellow dog raised at home didn’t know when he had learned the art of flying into the sky, and he was riding the clouds in the yard.

As for the white snake, it has already begun to lose its skin and grow its dragon horns and limbs.

Su Yu: “Ah, trust me, I can definitely explain it with scientific methods!”

Audience: “Don’t explain, let’s take a look at the thunderclouds above your head. Du Jie simply said Du Jie, what kind of leather said it is a thunderstorm? The lightning of your thunderstorm is golden?”

Su Yu was embarrassed, but you didn’t expect it to be discovered by you.

Now that it was seen through, Su Yu didn’t pretend either.

Yes, I am a cultivator and I have a showdown!

Then, Su Yu, in front of the people all over the world, broke the thunder and ascended in daylight!

"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared indifferently at the dying First Emperor, crushing the pill in his hand into powder.

"Let's stop taking drugs, starting with you and me."

Outside the palace, Zhao Yan, covered in dog muzzles, and Li Xiang, with horns growing on his head, were practically beating their brains out.

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Four hundred years passed in a flash.

As the saying goes, long separations must reunite, long reunions must separate.

"I'll tell you my name, and shock you. I'm Lingling Shang...!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Ci tore his head off.

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Another eight hundred years, axelight and candlelight.

Chu Ci patted Old Zhao's shoulder, looking at Zhao Er, who, even with his head blown off, could still swing his axe and chop.

"Little brother, you, Old Er, are quite extraordinary."

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A thousand years passed in a flash, atop Meishan Mountain.

Chu Ci, dressed in white, stood in the wind, glancing at the current emperor as he hung a rope.

"Little dog, this crooked tree isn't strong enough. Let's try another."

Looking out over the capital, breached by countless treacherous attacks, Emperor Qiming, ready to sacrifice his life for his country, froze.

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[The treacherous erosion, the fall of Heaven.]

[Note: This book doesn't follow the 'traditional cultivation of immortality' path. There will be no mortals rising to the realm of cultivation. Instead, it follows the long course of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, and is guaranteed to satisfy our readers.]

A world where each other is worse than the other

There are always people who are unwilling

Risking one's life to pull it away from them, them, and them

In fact, there was no high-level reason at first.

He is just very simple and wants to live a better life.

By the way, let the relatives, friends and lovers around you

All kind, enthusiastic and honest people

Live a better life

The towering millennia-old Daoist sect, with its thirty thousand disciples, three thousand students, three hundred True Immortals, thirty Great True Immortals, and the Grand Master, stands at the pinnacle of the world. A vast, century-old imperial family, tens of millions of subjects, a million-strong army, a hundred thousand officials, and over a hundred red-robed ministers—His Majesty the Emperor reigns supreme over this magnificent land. True Immortals roam the realms, spreading the Daoist ancestor's profound teachings. Ministers sit aloft in the imperial court, shepherding the world's inhabitants. The Secret Guards lurk beneath the surface, investigating the world for the Emperor. The Demon-Suppressing Palace, hidden from view, suppresses demons for the Grand Master. ...[Silent Yu] Protagonists: Xu Beiyou, Xiao Zhinan

Travel far and wide to witness a magnificent feast in the human world and behold the splendor of humankind!

...

Wielding a sword alone, I will encounter ghosts and gods of the world!

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See introduction?

It’s small, the pattern is small!

In theory, you can't guess how my plot will develop.

[Xu Zhe] Interpretation: A very self-disciplined and honest person, the last pure one in the world of immortal cultivation, the last hope of mankind!

The Three Corpses and the Three Bodies, the Lotus reveals the true Dao. To rid oneself of the suffering of the mortal world, ultimate bliss lies in Mount Sumeru. The same primordial chaos, a different interpretation. Modern beings return to the primordial chaos, becoming guides on the path; let us see how the sages guide and transform the deluded masses of the world.

In a time of dynastic chaos, monsters roamed freely, and the people suffered immensely.

Su Yu lost his parents at a young age and studied hard for twelve years to become a doctor. He wanted to live up to the expectations of his childhood sweetheart who had taken good care of him.

Unexpectedly, Su Yu's kindness in saving people was repaid with enmity by the old man, who attracted demons and brought disaster upon Qingmei!

From this day forward, I will abandon my medical skills and take up a butcher's knife! To slay all the demons under heaven!

Practice the supreme technique! Slay demons, absorb demonic energy, and open up a world within your dantian!

Upon reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, one is enveloped by the power of thirty million universes, capable of transforming the world in an instant!

It is itself the second myriad worlds!

"Human suffering! Transcendence on the other shore! With my sword, I will send you to heaven and to the other shore!"

My soul soared into the void, entering the vast world of the Investiture of the Gods. Eight hundred lords vied for the universe, and those destined for the Investiture of the Gods were among them; my name is Song Feng, my father is an extraordinary man; my uncle is Jiang Shang, courtesy name Ziya, also known as Flying Bear; wielding a golden whip, I control the Investiture of the Gods, and though the stars of the heavens are numerous and the gods and men are countless, I too will not lose my divine position.