"Rebirth follows its natural course."

"Eggs form from thought, embryos from emotion, moisture connects them, and transformation brings change."

Since ancient times, reincarnation has always been a skilled craft. However, Ji Ming has mastered not just one, but four techniques—Moisture, Ovum, Embryo, and Transformation.

From that moment on… he could be a flower, a bird, a fish, or an insect; a temple fox or a shrine rat; a pauper’s child or a noble’s heir.

Even more so, he could become a celestial, a spirit, a ghost among mortals, or a true deity of the Nine Heavens.

Li Ming, a capital manipulator trained by an old fraud, was shot during his trial, and awakened in a world shaped by an extraordinary worldview.

Guided by bloodstained greed and a belief in the brilliance of money, he ruthlessly squeezes profit from every corrupt corner.

The brave ride dragons and tame tigers; the timid settle for cats and rabbits.

For a 10% gain, he stirs.

At 50%, he risks it all.

And when profit surpasses 100%, he dares to trample every law underfoot.

While the world watches in fear and fury, Li Ming sneers:

“Don’t shackle me with your morality or law, when money rises to speak, the truth has no choice but to shut up.”

[Personal Edition]

A cup of sake to thank the ghosts and gods,

Half a ounce of pure heart to respect heaven and earth.

Penglai is ruthless and I have no intention.

I will spend the rest of my life laughing wildly at all Buddhas.

Enter the path of Tao, refine the heart of Tao, hold the seal of Tao, command the heavens, travel across three thousand worlds, this path to immortality, I will take the first step!

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The nine lists of the sea and world map in the era of the old gods cover the universe, and all living beings are included in it. In this era of the rise of various paths and the surge of geniuses, who can break through the list and achieve immortal holy power!

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The novel talked about the war between human cultivators and demons, and how they overcame or fell before their inner demons.

The main character was a teenager whose parents were mu*dered because they owned a powerful Taoist treasure. He struggled to survive in this chaotic fantasy world and tried to find a chance to avenge his parents. Meanwhile he discovered the top secrets behind this world.

"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.

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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.

How are villains made? This is how villains are made.

A demonic cultivator without a sense of good and evil, she is a cannibal in this world.

PS: This is a story about aboriginal cultivation without a male protagonist. The female protagonist’s way of thinking is completely demonic. Please pay attention~

PPS: Demonic Path! Demonic Path! To put it bluntly, he is a big villain, the kind who takes the initiative to attack!

In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.

On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.

The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.

I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.

But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.

Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.

The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.

Yet I shall not yield.

I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,

pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,

and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—

Let it be known:

Strangers shall never be slaves.