[No system][No heroine][Traditional primitive][Non-conspiracy theory][Lean towards Gou Daoliu][Lean towards group portrait]

A wisp of ghost soul traveled through the primitive times and took shape in the Yuanzhou of the three islands and ten continents, taking the form of a body with the innate water origin.

The first calamity of the dragon and the phoenix has passed, Hongjun has not yet become a saint, and the overall situation is undecided. I wonder if I can compete for the sainthood?

In order to survive in this cruel wilderness, he practiced hard to cultivate his magical powers, planned everything before doing, and was not easily affected by cause and effect. However, this wilderness was a little different from what he had imagined?

Is it true that the ancient world is full of magical treasures?

Does Yuanshi Tianzun really look down on those with scales and horns?

Is Zhunti really a shameless person?

[Primordial, invincible, farming, time travel, group portrait, hegemony, transformation, no CP, big imagination]

The so-called Heavenly Way is to maintain the existence of the prehistoric world. Since Hongjun has achieved cost-saving, let me open up new sources of income. - Chenxing

West: After traveling through the ancient times, Ning Wen became a disciple of the Western religion and became a direct disciple of the Western religion.

You will gain extraordinary enlightenment at the beginning, and you will receive rewards when you sign in to the sacred mountain blessed land.

Sanqing: Ning Wen, why don’t you go back to the East? We regret it!

Jie Yin Zhunti: Don’t try to steal my disciple. We will fight to the death with anyone who tries!

Disciple, please strengthen our West!

Crows cry in the cold night, and the young man embarks on the road to immortality.

Han Yu curled up in the corner of the broken courtyard, dying.

Until the crow landed on his shoulder——

"Child, hand over your treasure, and I will teach you skills." The old Taoist in black robe had a hoarse voice. Han Yu handed over the ancestral immortality token, but quietly copied a second one in his palm.

From then on, his immortality journey had an iron rule:

Everything I touch is mine!

——

This book is also known as "About the Matter of How I Made Money in the Immortal Cultivation World by Copying", "Raising Crows on the Immortal Cultivation Road!" "This errand boy is obviously super strong but overly cautious"

In this world, supernatural powers have existed since ancient times.

In addition to liberal arts and science, there is also a monk's department, and cultivation has become the most mainstream profession.

Jiang Yuan traveled through time with a knowledge panel, and the legend of a god of learning began.

Create new skills and explore the extraordinary!

Create a new extraordinary path!

When the legendary scholar, extraordinary pioneer, father of martial arts, the light of China...

Jiang Yuan was asked what he thought, he replied:

"Knowledge is power."

[No system][With a female protagonist][Slow to warm up][Traditional][Online logic][No conspiracy theory][Private changes]

He traveled to the ancient world. The good news was that he was an innate creature and his reputation would be recorded in legends of later generations. The bad news was that what left behind his reputation was the golden dragon shears, a treasure made from his corpse, rather than the Yin-Yang Dragon, which was born from his innate yin and yang energies when he was alive.

The confluence of Yin and Yang is called Yuan, and the change of Yin and Yang is called Yi. Yuan Yi, as a congenital creature born and raised by nature, should have been blessed with great fortune and good luck. However, his origin was contaminated with evil spirit, and the auspicious purple aura on his body was so thick that it was black. Yuan Yi believed that judging people by their appearance was superficial. Although his purple aura was black, his heart was toward the holy path!

At this moment, the overall situation of the prehistoric world has been determined. The most important thing now is to survive the disaster and avoid being killed by the future saint Tongtian, who will refine the treasure and give it to the three sisters to take away the saint.

How to protect oneself is a problem. There is no hope relying on oneself, the only option is to seek help from others.

But who can protect him from the future saint Tongtian?

Which thigh can he hold on to? Yuan Yi finally came to the conclusion that the person who tied the bell must untie it. The only person who can stop Tongtian from killing him and using his corpse to refine treasures is himself.

"I just want to find a chance to survive and make a living in this turbulent world."

Gradually, Yuan Yi discovered that this primitive world was different from what he knew.

But some things are already destined, and when you are in them, it is hard to tell the truth from the false.

"You seek a ray of hope for yourself, and you are that ray of hope."

The inconspicuous butterfly fluttered its weak wings gently, and ripples spread across the long river of time, gathering into waves...

1 level 3 armored war ant (extremely rare species), lifespan 30.5 years, special abilities (giant strength, swiftness, armor piercing, soul-eating venom, medium intelligence+, medium-level carapace, demonization, speed in the demonized state) Increase five times, increase attack power ten times, and increase defense power five times).

Puppet worker ants can capture creatures of the same level or below.

Soldier ants with elephant trunks can release chemicals to attack enemies...

(Mainly focused on cultivation, planting, controlling insects, and cultivating immortals.)

In this year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old.

To survive, he meditated upon the Inferno of the Burning House and planted a sacred Bodhi tree, thus embarking on the path of martial cultivation.

Many years later—

A brilliant radiance suddenly rose, illuminating endless darkness.

A towering ancient tree stood verdant and majestic, its canopy vast like an umbrella. Glazed divine light soared into the heavens, supporting a sacred land of a divine kingdom, spanning across countless eons, illuminating the Three Realms and the Ten Directions.

On this day,

All those who practiced martial arts looked up,

like mayflies gazing upon the sky.

…

"Within me grows a Bodhi tree—personally planted when I first set foot on the martial path. Now, it stands vast and towering."

"I have witnessed all that exists in this world—there is none like me."

"That year, I pored over the annals of history. There were no years recorded in those texts, yet as I read them over and over, I saw eight words—

‘The storms of the world, all rise from our generation.’"

…

—Excerpt from The Martial Sun of This Era: The Autobiography of Ji Jingqiu.

The young master of a powerful family who traveled through the fantasy world was reprimanded for misdeeds because he sneezed during the banquet, and was sent out of his ancestral house to live in a remote courtyard.

Chu Xuan didn't care at all, as long as there was a place to stay, it was enough. With the system, the more you stay stronger, the stronger you only need to stay.

Staying for a day, rewarding the Unbreakable Magical Art of King Kong...

Staying for a month, rewarding Unmoving as a Mountain...

Staying for a year, rewarding Jade Void Immortal Sutra + 100 Years of Cultivation...

Staying for ten years, rewarding Chaos Indestructible + Chaos Clock...

...

Chu Xuan said, no one wants me to go out, I just like to stay home!

The new book set sail, welcome to tease o(*￣︶￣*)o

A slow-paced, heartwarming story that grows more brilliant the deeper it goes.

Gu Bai transmigrated into the cultivation world.

His talent was mediocre,

but he possessed one gift—

immortality.

The path to immortality is long and lonely.

Gu Bai didn’t want to provoke anyone,

he simply wished to quietly live in this world

and witness its flourishing rise.

Yet as time passed,

he watched his friends and loved ones grow old and die,

while he could do nothing.

So he chose to pursue the Dao of Medicine.

At first, he only hoped to prolong their lives for a few years,

but gradually, he became a renowned master of the medicinal arts.

He lived through the cultivation world’s golden age,

and witnessed its darkest decline at the end of the Dao.

In every era… his shadow remained.