Sitting in the True Spirit Tower, he saves the world—the Tianfu Continent shattered, and the three souls of the Immortal Palace Prince were scattered across time and space. His Earth Soul and Life Soul merged and he arrived in a strange world, beginning his path of cultivation. He uncovered the truth behind the destruction of Tianfu and embarked on a journey of revenge and salvation. Along the way, he met all kinds of people, including a young man from a family envied by heaven for his talent, a young Taoist priest fighting a major sect to save mortals, as well as spirits, demons, and mortals...

[Honkai Impact 3rd] + [Multiple Heroines] + [Pre-Civilization] + [Shenzhou]

This book is the author's own fictional story. If you have any negative experiences, please leave a comment and the author will make appropriate revisions.

This book will feature some plot points that subvert everyone's usual perception of combat power, including but not limited to situations like Sakura fighting Sun Wukong from Journey to the West. I will describe the details of the battles in detail, rather than simply making comparisons and setting up plot holes. If you feel uncomfortable with this, please avoid it.

The plot will be quite sweet, with plenty of romantic moments (in my opinion).

Because the story spans multiple worlds (the power levels are based on the author's own assessment, not theoretical debate), and because the author is a novice, the early content will be paced relatively quickly.

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Why do you exist, and where are you going?

Should we remain silent in the void, or touch that existence?

Sun Yan, a man who had already experienced a journey home, returned to the place called home only to lose it again, embodying the sorrow of an immortal.

On this journey, he was only looking for someone who could truly accept him, and a place that could accept him.

You will face separation again, you will witness beauty, you will embark on a journey to save the world, and you will personally annihilate the world that was already dying.

"Ayan, Ayan~ Look, I've always been here, we've always been here, this is your home."

I'm a fruit vendor in my forties. One day, I received a call from a school teacher saying that my son, Liu Zhenhua, whose grades had always been mediocre, had manipulated his midterm exam scores. Liu Zhenhua's defense was this: "Dad, I'm a super AI from the future, codenamed Electronic Nezha, and my mission is to save the Earth." Well, this kid has quite a wild imagination. Like you, I'm just as skeptical! And then... what happened next... well, it's hard to explain in a few words. Click here to read for yourself.

The East River Alliance is the world’s biggest clan. Its chief, Mei Changsu, arrived at the royal capital Jinling under the alias of Su Zhe. He brought with him storms of disturbances and fogs of mysteries.

A noble young master with dual identities, a Crown Prince and Prince Yu battling for the crown, the empire’s greatest warrior with the Royal Guards in his grasp, a beautiful princess who commands over the border’s cavalry…

Amongst these distinguished and powerful people, how did the inconspicuous Su Zhe become the heart of everything?

Could the hand behind the scenes of the whirlwind be the remnants of a previous storm?

Is he the young general who pursues enemies in snowy nights, or the shadowy tactician with a sickly body who won’t see old age?

He returns to the old place and reunites with old friends. He plots and schemes. What is he trying to achieve?

This is a story of dark conspiracies and brotherly bonds. Before this story reaches its end, perhaps you can change its course…

"Others would cry for help when they see a ghost, but I would ask first: Are you hungry?" There is a secret in Su Wanqing's broken kitchen - it can connect yin and yang. Since activating the "Incense Reputation Panel", the candies she sells have become soul-soothing candies, and the porridge she cooks can dissolve resentment. Even when she was taken to the ghost market by the ghost messenger Xie Wujiu to set up a stove, she could make the crying ghosts cry "incense" with a bowl of hot soup noodles. The life story of the "reincarnation of the little kitchen god" is getting more and more mysterious, but what bothers her more is the ghost messenger who always shakes the chain and has a mouth more poisonous than the kitchen fire: "Sprinkle chili powder on my soul sword again, believe it or not, I will lock you up in the underworld as a cook for a hundred years?" "Then Master Xie has to come to help me every day." - Who said it first? Why is he always stuffing underworld osmanthus flowers into her apron now?

[Parallel Universe + Interstellar + Different Planets/Species + Suspense + Gladiatorial Fighting + Group Portrait]

Obsession is armor and also a cage

Xia Su found a wormhole deep in the universe. After passing through it, she met her deceased best friend again.

Lost again.

Xia Su kept traversing wormholes, fighting across the stars, passing through the ash and magma-built Sagaros, and diving into the creeping green plants.

Kill the mantis that abandons emotional division and live in the wooden box of Schrödinger's cat.

Give it all, just to keep your best friend alive.

The Queen's lifeless eyes and hollow eye sockets met Xia Su's gaze: "I still have a chance! Even if rivers of blood flow, I want them to live!"

The roar was heart-wrenching.

"As long as I don't die, I can keep doing it again."

Even if the road goes diagonally.

[It is not hard science fiction. Some settings and descriptions do not conform to the laws of physics.]

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!