The silver thunder descended, creating a strange black umbrella. The umbrella holder Li Xiu opened the umbrella and traveled through the sky to see, participate, and everything that is interesting.

Relying on the heavens and slaying the dragons, plotting to bet on the treasures to obtain the Nine Suns magic, in the kung fu, the palm of the Tathagata is obtained by coincidence, and the martial arts are extremely common.

Drink the spring water from the Caribbean Sea and renew your life for a long life.

Absorbing the crystal of thought power in the super-power out of control, being genetically modified by cosmic rays, it builds the foundation.

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Can genes be analogous to blood? Can spirit and soul be regarded as one category?

If a person with strong minds practice the Dao of Yuanshen, will he be assisted by the gods? If a person with the ability of immortality, regeneration and self-healing practices the mystic power of the physical body, will he enter the realm fiercely?

“Don’t think that if you use science fiction as the fuel of charcoal fire to promote the cultivation of immortals, you don’t have to suffer the pain of thousands of years of cultivation, and longevity is just a thing at your fingertips!”

I carry ambition and bloodshed with me, until I reach the summit of the heavens. ...

My name is Lu Yun. Head of the Imperial Observatory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Above the imperial power, guest of the immortal gate, great state teacher.

Purely dark prose! Values? Nonexistent! Promises?

Haha—conscience?

What is that?

In this bloody, chaotic, crazy, twisted, divided, and ruined world of disaster, all that exists is—killing, survival, desire, and madness...

"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.