Lin Hao, the former world number one ADC in League of Legends. A failure, a drunken streak, and an inexplicable journey to a parallel world. After years of struggle, his dream finally came true. He reached the top of the world.

"Did you see that? Vayne has to play like this to survive."

"Oh, ADC has to play like this to survive. ADC is too hard to play."

"Mom, this guy is trying to trick me into playing ADC again. I want to play top lane."

"What ADC? I played ADC because I saw his ADC. I played like a tiger, but ended up 0-8."

"Forget it, I'll just watch. ADC? I'll probably play ADC my whole life."

Seeing the true nature of reality, all phenomena are empty; in an instant, one realizes that all phenomena are the same. Once the glory cannot be hidden, it is revealed face to face.

The decision states that some people are unwilling to truly believe in the Buddha's teachings, so we must directly address the root cause and gradually teach people by picking leaves and searching for branches.

Birth and death have occurred countless times, and this has been true since time immemorial. There are countless forms of gods and demons, but nothing can truly restore one's original nature.

I study the exoteric teachings and practice the esoteric teachings; though our expedient methods differ, we ultimately return to the same origin. Since traversing the path to Nirvana, I have come to understand that birth and death are inherently empty.

Whether walking or sitting, all is emptiness; whether speaking or remaining silent, moving or still, all is emptiness. Even if a sharp blade is at your head, it is as if a sharp sword is cutting through the spring breeze.

Suddenly I realized the wondrous source of mind; the shell of ignorance cracked open, and all was the same. In dreams, the six realms were clearly present, but upon awakening, all was empty, devoid of saints or mortals.

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The Great Sui Dynasty was a big chess game laid out with the rivers of the Nine Provinces as rivers and the Kunlun Mountains as boundaries, inviting chess players from all over the world to play chess for the whole world.

Li Shimin was brave, decisive, ruthless, and had the ambition to conquer the world, but he had no steps to reach the top. He wanted to turn his chariot into a commander.

Dou Jiande was blessed by God but was imprisoned in a small area. He had thousands of miles of fertile land, but like a prime minister, he could not leave the fields in Hebei.

Yang Xuangan was like a cannon, sharp and powerful, able to call upon thousands of people. Although he had the courage of a charioteer, he lacked the foresight of a fortune teller. He was also shackled by his family background, and he jumped left and right, ultimately achieving nothing.

Li Mi was like a horse that could travel a thousand miles a day. In the morning he was a counselor and at night he was the King of Wagang. Although he had great ambitions, he was ultimately unable to escape from the snares he had set.

Du Fuwei, Xiao Xing, Wang Shichong, Liu Wuzhou, and Liang Shidu all considered themselves powerful chess players, and they were in chaos, with one person taking the stage after another.

Everyone in this world wants to be a chess player, but they don’t know that the heaven and earth are the chess players, and all things in the world are chess pieces.

But Xiao Xia just wanted to be a quiet pawn, a pawn that could move forward and backward.

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...

[I, Song Wen, a five-time League of Legends champion, was lifting my fifth trophy when I saw the words "You were killed by a dump truck" on the big screen.] "So you mean I'm a character in a book? The LPL in the real world gets crushed by the Koreans every day, and I'm just a product of your imagination?" "It's okay, I'm the chosen one. Since I'm here, I'm the champion! Uzi and Faker are nothing!" "Damn it, a mere Silver player trying to hinder my progress? Bring on another billion rounds!" [I, Wang Ke, a struggling novelist. Just as I was about to run away after another poorly written novel, the protagonist jumped out of the book.] "Dude, you finally transmigrated, why do you have to play games?" "Have you ever played professionally? Don't talk nonsense, don't just assume things." "Okay, since you insist on playing professionally, then..."

This book is composed of three works by Jiutu: Sui Chaos, Founding of the Nation, and Smoke and Clouds of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty, which are set in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Main characters: Li Xu, Li Wan'er,

This is the story of a common soldier rising to become a general. The protagonist has no subordinates, but countless brothers. There are many female characters, but only one true love. Although he started from nothing, his ambition is to rule the world. On the battlefield: he commits crimes against humanity, carrying out massacres. In his daily work: he has affairs with his superiors' women. In his lifestyle: he practices polygamy. In his economic conduct: he is the biggest corrupt official in history, the most incorruptible general, and the most ruthless bandit. The author says: We fantasize about the outcome, but we don't fantasize about the process. Let all miracles become reasonable and natural. …

[A work signed by the First Editorial Team of Qidian]

I have half a scroll of a book, which I call "transformation" in my carefree spirit.

We wave to ask the immortals and Buddhas to retreat, and send this to the gods to hear.

The ink's fragrance is heard in songs, its essence transmitted through the mysterious and profound. ...