In this world, spirit beasts possess mysterious powers known as miracles, yet their minds are simple. Humans, though weak, can utilize the power of spirit beasts for protection, commanding their close companions to fight for them. Those who dislike fighting and the spirit beasts mutually benefit from their magical powers, building cities together. A visitor from another world arrives in this world. Rather than hiding behind spirit beasts and watching them fight for him, he prefers to charge ahead and defeat enemies himself.

A tattered piece of paper, the simplicity of a pen. There's no moving plot here, no dazzling embellishment of flowery vocabulary. Instead, the author seeks to recount the joys and sorrows of life, to express the ordinary and varied aspects of life. And there's also the story of Shi Tian, ​​a grassroots genius of his generation, his journey against the odds, and his poignant love story. Interested readers are welcome to read, offer feedback, and discuss. Let's create a better work together. Thank you!

[Mainly a curse chapter + slightly all-in-one + crossover with some other comics, but I haven't read them so it doesn't matter much + the female lead is a native]

Easy version

Killing someone is easy, but making someone die a painful death is a bit difficult. After all, one still needs to think. Looking at the gruesome deaths of the people, Chen Xiaoyu, feeling a surge of satisfaction from revenge, looked up and met the eyes of a certain boy who was her white moonlight.

OMG, this scene is like stepping in dog poop. Can the world be destroyed first?

After accepting the invitation of her beloved mentor, a yakuza girl, she entered a vocational college and met a group of friends. Her heart was touched, and a happy life was about to begin. However, after witnessing a series of bizarre operations in the world of sorcery, the icy girl, who thought she had a "good" temper, finally couldn't help but explode.

This world of sorcery...

Deep Version

The girl, clutching a dirty fox doll, walked through the ruins of the world, enveloped by a dark and twisted malice.

It doesn't matter anymore, let it all be destroyed, none of this has anything to do with her.

Vibrant lives wither, and dark buildings collapse.

In the ruins, she saw a blurry face laughing wildly, which looked just like a beautiful rose.

"Rose" saw her too, and the moment "she" turned around, the girl's gaze froze, and time seemed to stand still.

It was a face exactly like hers.

At that moment, "she" reached out her hand to her and lazily greeted her.

"Hello, my other self. Do you need my help?"

As their fingertips touched, the pitch-black world began to collapse. In the moment their souls merged, the girl saw a new "self" being reborn in the blood.

What? You don't even know the Drifter? It's over. I'm supposed to have a God's perspective, but suddenly it seems like I've got the wrong script! But it doesn't matter. Let me be the Drifter. I'm the Emperor of Jinzhou!

【This book once caused the Tianya Community's reply function to crash, becoming the strongest post in Tianya's history.】

Medical practice can save lives; corpse clothing can defy the heavens.

It's said that Hua Tuo's "Medical Practice Scripture" can save people's lives, and Li Bowen's "Corpse Clothing Scripture" can ward off evil spirits and the protect against the heavens......

The 13th year of the Jian'an era (208 A.D.), night, torrential downpour, Xuchang City's northern death row prison.

Under the light of a flickering oil lamp, a thin, old man with a white beard handed a cloth bundle to the jailor, whispering softly, "This can save lives!" The jailor quietly tucked it away.

A thousand and seven hundred years later, a traveler arrived at the shrine of Hua Tuo in Jiangsu County. A couplet was written on the gate:

"The physician who sliced open stomachs truly opened a new path for medicine; yet who could have known a jailer's incompetence would consign the book to flames?

The scholar who valued his integrity disdained serving under a ruthless leader; it is a pity that a historian’s falsification slandered his avoidance for a thousand autumns."

It speaks of how the Three Kingdom's divine physician Hua Tuo entrusted his life's work, the "Medical Practice Scripture," to a jailor on the night before his death. However, the man was too afraid to accept it. Hua Tuo could only burn his work in desperation, causing the medical scripture to be lost forever, a tragedy that can still evoke sighs of regret.

Over the long passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields, this event has long faded into the dust of history.

In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province, a crowd of villagers gathered beneath a tall, old locust tree, all gazing up at a notice pasted on its trunk...

Duan Yu traveled through time and became the mainstay of Xianyin Pavilion in the Dawu Empire.

Legend has it that there is a tribe of Asuras from Hell who will one day descend upon the earth and destroy the world.

Legend has it that this world is neither real nor illusory, a world where heaven, hell, and the human world overlap. For millennia, night watchmen have guarded every corner of the world where a possible gate to hell might exist.

What does this have to do with me? I just want to find a rich woman.

However, one day, his eyes were gouged out and replaced with a pair of golden magic eyes.

From then on, his life changed completely.

Thirteen apostles have appeared in the Panlong Universe. Sirocco has been reduced to a Saintly Realm, Rost is merely a lower-level god, Bakal occupies the Celestial Realm and is an Asura, and the Destiny Cain possesses the strength of a Great Perfection expert! The protagonist walks between light and darkness, defeating the apostles one by one!

A strange experience of a herbalist. Dog treasure is black, cow treasure is yellow, corpse ginseng doll sleeps on a red bed, white dragon on the ground, donkey hoof, centipede of 100 feet high determines black wind. I am a herbalist who walks deep in the mountains to "hold treasure". There are many secret places in this world where there are rare treasures. The methods of holding treasure are incredible, including Qimen Dunjia, Fengshui Five Elements, mountain spirits and water monsters, rare treasures and exotic herbs...

[Orange] After sacrificing all heretics at the start, I became the beautiful girl spokesperson for an evil god? From an unknown sacrifice to a beautiful girl spokesperson, Bai Xingyao was hit with a deep pit law, directly facing a hellish start. In a world full of powerful figures, she must weave nightmares and spread fear, rushing towards godhood, or she will face the danger of being killed by the evil god. Although the arranged personal space is not very reliable, and the erased memories make her confused, when Bai Xingyao sees the top-level nightmare she has created, she knows—she still needs to find a place to support herself. The gears of fate have already turned. Please remember the authority you have been given, break free from the fate that binds you, and embark on the final path. [Write nightmares, create strange tales, create fear. One day you will create something that does not belong to this world. At that time, the sky will be covered, and everyone will prostrate themselves under the breath of the dreamless land.] Eternal Shore:

Mei Xi, an undergraduate student at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, has been wandering the world since childhood. She struggled to get into university and was in her second year when she unexpectedly traveled back in time to the Tang Dynasty.

He was astonished to find himself in a world quite different from that described in history books; things that existed only in myths and legends were actually happening around him. How should he conduct himself? Was history wrong, or had his arrival created the history that later generations would witness?

People can't help but fantasize about time travel and rebirth, hoping to make up for all the regrets in their hearts. Everyone hopes to build their world into a perfect sacred mountain. In the end, it all comes down to that ancient saying—the sacred mountain is only in your heart.