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'm a fruit vendor in my forties. One day, I received a call from a school teacher saying that my son, Liu Zhenhua, whose grades had always been mediocre, had manipulated his midterm exam scores. Liu Zhenhua's defense was this: "Dad, I'm a super AI from the future, codenamed Electronic Nezha, and my mission is to save the Earth." Well, this kid has quite a wild imagination. Like you, I'm just as skeptical! And then... what happened next... well, it's hard to explain in a few words. Click here to read for yourself.

[Parallel Universe + Interstellar + Different Planets/Species + Suspense + Gladiatorial Fighting + Group Portrait]

Obsession is armor and also a cage

Xia Su found a wormhole deep in the universe. After passing through it, she met her deceased best friend again.

Lost again.

Xia Su kept traversing wormholes, fighting across the stars, passing through the ash and magma-built Sagaros, and diving into the creeping green plants.

Kill the mantis that abandons emotional division and live in the wooden box of Schrödinger's cat.

Give it all, just to keep your best friend alive.

The Queen's lifeless eyes and hollow eye sockets met Xia Su's gaze: "I still have a chance! Even if rivers of blood flow, I want them to live!"

The roar was heart-wrenching.

"As long as I don't die, I can keep doing it again."

Even if the road goes diagonally.

[It is not hard science fiction. Some settings and descriptions do not conform to the laws of physics.]

【Um... could I please give you a five-star review? (fingers fingers)】 【Thank you for your support! My completed novel, "The Social Anxiety's Inner Voice Revealed and I'm Pampered by the Big Shots," and my upcoming novels, "Cannon Fodder in a Historical Novel Gets Rich by Eating Gossip [Transmigration]" and "The Cold and Aloof Shou and the Silly Dog Gong Get Married," are available for collection. The synopsis is at the bottom.】 This novel: *Jiang Yiqing inherited a temple, but... the temple is dilapidated and needs repair, and it has no followers, so he needs to develop it. Helpless, he started live streaming. However, the content of his live streams is a bit special; he streams fortune telling. — At first, everyone treated this newly created live stream room as a joke. Until... the platform's big brother came to provoke him, and Jiang Yiqing was shocked: "The serial killer from Huangshan Town twenty-six years ago is actually doing live streaming, and you even came to me for fortune telling? You're really bold." That same day, the police issued a public notice and presented Jiang Yiqing with a banner. A woman, unable to conceive for years, was desperate and seeking any remedy. Jiang Yiqing, after a quick calculation, said, "Sister, I can only say you're fine. Did your husband discuss adopting a child with you? That child is from his affair with his mistress. Run!" Everyone: Wait, if this woman is fine, then her husband is the problem…wow, that's a lot of information! The comments section took a dramatic turn… "The streamer sang a song yesterday, and I slept like a log. My mom almost thought I was dead…" "Thank you, streamer, for saving my life!" "…" Because of a collaboration with the Underworld, and finding their efficiency too low, Jiang Yiqing also took time out of his busy schedule to help the Underworld develop its technology. "Holy crap, I was born with the ability to see ghosts, and I just watched my grandma pass away, and then she was scrolling through nearby ghosts on her phone, saying thank you Master Jiang, now there's a ghost community in the underworld. I almost cried, what did you do, streamer?!" "My grandpa appeared in my dream asking for Master Jiang's autograph, saying it's hard currency in the underworld..." -- The big shot became Jiang Yiqing's top fan, listening to Jiang Yiqing's off-key singing every day. Later, the big shot's gaze towards him became more and more different. Jiang Yiqing: "..." No, you can even hear emotion in my singing, your taste is really strange. But looking at the big shot's face... well, it's not impossible! However, he discovered that the big shot doesn't seem to be human... -- Mini-drama: One day, Wen Xiuyan discovered that Jiang Yiqing went out late at night instead of sleeping, and curiously followed him, only to find that he had come to the ancestral temple with its flourishing incense. The Ancestral Temple was bustling even at midnight, with a line of ghosts queuing up. Jiang Yiqing sat beside them, legs crossed, and leisurely said, "Take your time, one by one. No ghost money accepted." "Want to reincarnate quickly? Register here, work in the underworld for a hundred years and you'll get VIP access." Wasn't it supposed to be a million believers? Why aren't ghosts considered believers? — Synopsis for the upcoming novel, *Cannon Fodder in a Historical Novel Gets Rich by Eating Gossip [Transmigration]*: Jiang Le, just entering university and at the peak of his intelligence, accidentally transmigrated into a pathetic cannon fodder character in a melodramatic historical novel, bound to a useless gossip-eating system. Set in the resource-scarce 1970s, Jiang Le looked at his family, emaciated and on the verge of death, and felt utterly devastated. Until… Aunt Zhang from next door came to bully them again, and the useless system instantly got excited: “Host, Aunt Zhang’s husband is infertile!” Jiang Le glanced at Aunt Zhang’s five sons and three daughters: “!!!” System: “Beep beep! Let Aunt Zhang’s husband know the truth, and you can get 100 melon coins!” The secretary used his position to steal Jiang Le’s sister’s teaching job, and the system got excited again: “Host, this secretary is a spy! Expose him, and you can get 500 melon coins!” The educated youth who liked the female lead spread rumors about Jiang Le, and the system got excited again: “Host…” Jiang Le looked at the malted milk powder in the system’s shop, which cost only five melon coins, and a white steamed bun for one melon coin, and felt like he had struck it rich… From then on, while the original male and female leads were struggling to make ends meet, Jiang Le relied on the White Rabbit milk candy, rare milk powder, and beautiful clothes that couldn’t be bought in department stores that he got by eating melons to make his sallow and thin family members glow with health. The original story features a tumultuous relationship between the male and female protagonists, filled with breakups and reconciliations, filled with scheming and backstabbing. When they finally come to their senses, they discover that Jiang Le, the seemingly insignificant cannon fodder they looked down upon, has become the provincial top scorer! But Jiang Le has no time to care about them, because he's still preoccupied with the motivation that kept him reading this bizarre and morally questionable book. Even someone as brilliant as him couldn't survive this winter. Jiang Le clenched his fists: he would never let the other person repeat his mistakes! However, as he protected him, why was the other person's gaze towards him becoming increasingly strange? — The synopsis for the upcoming novel, "After the Cold and Aloof Shou and the Silly Gong's Marriage," is as follows: Chu Yuecheng learns from his father that he must fulfill the marriage agreement arranged by his grandfather. Enraged and unable to resist, he storms out. On the way, he encounters a deaf-mute beggar on the street. Chu Yuecheng has no wallet; he searches all his pockets and only manages to pull out a few hundred yuan. Just as Chu Yuecheng, looking apologetic, was about to place the money into the broken bowl in the deaf-mute's hand, a slender, beautiful hand offered him twenty yuan, accompanied by a melodious voice like the clinking of jade: "Hello, is the money in the bowl?" Chu Yuecheng subconsciously nodded, as did the beggar…the deaf-mute. Chu Yuecheng was completely bewildered. When he came to his senses, the hand had already taken the money back. He immediately turned his head and saw the cool, handsome young man lower his eyes and put the money into his bag. Chu Yuecheng stood there dumbfounded, his face gradually turning red. — Ever since meeting Qi Muyi, Chu Yuecheng had been relentlessly pursuing him while firmly telling his father that he would not accept this arranged marriage of feudal society. Finally, Chu's father relented, saying the engagement could be annulled, but Chu Yuecheng had to personally go and apologize to Qi Muyi. Chu Yuecheng agreed; he was willing to do anything to annul the engagement. He arrived at the agreed-upon location refreshed, only to find Qi Muyi there. Qi Muyi's cold face remained expressionless: "I already know. It was just a verbal agreement; no need to take it to heart." Chu Yuecheng: "..." Was it too late for him to regret it? — After the marriage, because Chu Yuecheng was always overflowing with sympathy, he was frequently swindled out of money. All his money was taken and kept by Qi Muyi, who gave him five hundred yuan a month. Five hundred yuan wasn't even enough for one meal for the young master Chu. But he dared not say anything… His cronies gave him advice: "Want more pocket money? It's easy! Threaten to divorce him…" Before they could finish, Chu Yuecheng instantly exploded: "Divorce! Why would I divorce such a good wife? Are you just jealous that I have a good wife and want to take advantage of me!" His cronies: "…" "Oh, this is just a threat, to make him feel threatened. Don't you want him to love you even more?" Hearing the last sentence, Chu Yuecheng shamefully felt a stirring in his heart. However, things didn't go as he expected... Qi Muyi: "Divorce? Fine, should your lawyer handle the agreement, or should I?" Qi Muyi's beautiful fingers quickly typed a few lines on the keyboard: "I'll do it, it'll be quick." Chu Yuecheng burst into tears of anger. That night, Chu Yuecheng looked at the person beneath him: "You really want a divorce? Tell me, do you love me or not?" Qi Muyi's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, a faint blush spreading across his usually cool face. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the sound that was about to escape his throat, and said in shame and anger, "Shut...up!"

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!

Space is vast, and I want to see it, to wander, to conquer, to take… If I unfortunately die in the process, there is no need to remember me or my name. I am but a speck of dust in the universe, humble yet desiring to shine the brightest light…

[Not brainless + Weird Immortal + Light Cthulhu]

(Friendly reminder: Chapter 62 enters the fairyland, and Chapter 113 begins to contact the Great Nuo world.)

(After 158, it is close to the Daoguiyuan timeline. From here on, you can watch it in a random order. The two places are different Danyangzi at the same time. What I want to say is the concept of going all the way and going all the way. Different experiences will naturally lead to different personalities. The latter may be affected by Chengxian Siming, so you can choose to skip it.)

I am Li Huowang? No, I am Danyangzi!

Danyangzi became an immortal, he really did!

There is no meditation here (maybe)

The seemingly normal immortals and Buddhas still have obsessions.

Where did the confused demon in the chaotic sea come from and where is he going?

Who opened the door to the real world and the mysterious world?

What was Laojun thinking as he watched the struggle over the Great Dao?

Danyangzi didn't know whether there was a deeper mystery behind it or the tranquility and freedom of enlightenment.

Where is the final destination? How many secrets are there in the world inside Da Nuo?

He can only go deeper and deeper on this path...

After all, who knows whether he is Danyangzi or Li Huowang?

This story follows the journey of an individual known as "the fifth," who transitions from a rural village to the vibrant, yet sometimes daunting, urban landscape. Initially driven by the fundamental need to find a partner, the fifth's path leads them to the bustling atmosphere of a night market.

Working alongside the pragmatic "Li sister" at a barbecue stall, the fifth immerses themselves in the demanding rhythm of city life. However, the energy of the night market cannot fully eclipse the weight of their past and the lingering memories of a woman named "Mei." Fragmented recollections and a sense of helplessness intertwine with the present realities of labor and the search for connection in a new world.

As the fifth navigates the challenges and encounters of their new urban existence, the contrast between their rural roots and city aspirations becomes increasingly apparent. This is a tale of seeking love and stability amidst the bright lights and hidden burdens of urban life, where the past casts long shadows on the present.