Even mortals can shake the heavens, and a single insect can prove the Dao!

The scholar Ni Zhan, who possessed innate wisdom, was abducted by a heretical sect and taken to the Locust God Temple, where he became a blood slave to feed the plague locusts.

In a desperate situation, he unexpectedly awakened the ability to travel through the heavens.

Holding the "Supreme Scripture for Eliminating the Three Corpses and Nine Insects and Preserving Life," Mi Zhan forged his own unique path to heaven.

From a pawn kept by evil forces to the Locust God General who makes the world tremble.

From a miner whose life was as worthless as grass, to a yang god who caused the fall of an immortal.

With the body of a mortal, Ni Zhan wields the power of spirit insects, gathers the thoughts of all living beings, and tears open the cage of fate step by step.

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To raise money for her sister's surgery, Lin Mo found a summer job as a cleaner with a daily wage of 100,000 yuan.

I thought it was a scam, but on my first day at work, I was taken to [Zone 0 - Land of Fallen Gods]!

As he cautiously wiped the dust off the "Demon-Suppressing Stele"...

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing your daily task! Reward: 'Undying Divine Demon Body'!]

When he swept the "trash" from the battlefield of gods and demons into the trash can...

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the weekly mission! Reward: Divine Martial Art 'Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger'!]

From then on, Lin Mo embarked on an invincible path of "cleaning up" for gods and demons.

A martial arts prodigy: "A mere cleaner, how dare you speak to me?" Lin Mo slapped him away with a backhand slap, using the palm technique he had just mastered while mopping the floor.

A powerful Martial King was passing through the restricted area when he sensed the lingering dragon aura emanating from Lin Mo. Terrified, he immediately knelt down and said, "Senior, this junior had no intention of offending you!"

Lin Mo: "??? I just polished the dragon bone!"

When the forbidden zone erupted in chaos, the world was on the brink of destruction, and everyone was in despair, Lin Mo walked out carrying a broom, frowning and saying, "You've made such a mess, we'll have to work overtime again!"

His life's great struggle, spanning the business world and the political arena, stemmed from a major banking crisis.

The president of Fuxing Bank's Changning branch was detained after fleeing abroad, and several people have jumped to their deaths at the branch...

A single transfer order unexpectedly made Wen Zhe, who had been quietly writing documents in the office for ten years, the acting branch manager.

To outsiders, Wen Zhe, a cowardly man who had just been kicked out of his wife's house by her entire family, was merely a "maintenance chairman" sent to the forefront by the behind-the-scenes manipulators to take the fall.

Because Wen Zhe has too little experience, no background, and lacks his own team.

However, they did not know that a hidden dragon will eventually emerge from the abyss!

After Wen Zhe swiftly and decisively eliminated the chaos at the Changning branch, he transferred from the financial system to a local cadre position, officially entering the officialdom. Step by step, he steadily rose through the ranks and eventually became a powerful regional official in charge of a region...

Later people said that others had one or two powerful backers, but Wen Zhe had a mountain range behind him...

Wen Zhe agreed: "The masses are my greatest support."

The filthy beasts dangled sweet baits to lure the docile souls into the abyss...

Under the indifference of the Old Ones, who carry the weight of faith, only the Law Enforcer is left to settle all matters...

After his soul traveled through time and space with Huo Yuhao, he had only intended to be a humble god, far away from Tang San. But things didn't go his way. "Where are my **spiritual eyes?**" "What do you mean by a completely random spirit mutation?" "If that's the case, my sword isn't bad either!" "I see you've also figured out how to die!" "Tang San! I've brought destruction upon you!"

[The update is tentatively scheduled for 6pm, and the rest is for bug fixing] [Pre-collected columns include "Script Team, I am Professional" or "My Traitor Vest Will Never Fall Off", please collect owo] - To make a long story short, my name is Yasui Nanao, an ordinary person. But I don't know how, I traveled through time and space, and met a system that claimed to restore the glory of the literary world and take me to publish articles. I didn't agree at first, but he said he could help me realize my wish, who could refuse that? So I immediately abandoned my sorcerer school in Tokyo, went to Yokohama and started writing furiously (?)... typing on the keyboard. After that, I

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...