After crossing into the weird world and becoming the third generation of the magic stick, Mark can only change his way of life.

Cthulhu: "You will be haunted by bad luck!"

Mark rolled the dice of fate: "Now the fate is yours!"

Heretic God: "Impossible, why don't you need to pay for changing your life against the sky?"

Mark: "I'm dying!"

Evil God: "It's okay..."

Mark: "No, I said, my life is yours!"

As soon as he woke up, Josie traveled from the 21st century to Chicago in 1943 and became a poor boy on the streets.

WWII? It was too far away for Josie, who was not yet an adult.

As an orphan, how he can survive in this era is the most important.

Fortunately, he has a plane trading system. In this era, being a master of space and time can be nourished even if you think about it.

However, a few months later, Josie, whose life had just improved a little, looked at Captain America who was singing and dancing with a group of girls on the stage of the war fundraising charity performance in front of him, and fell silent.

It's over, Barbie Q.

This is actually Marvel!

While the rest walk on the destined path, he alone treaded on the treacherous one; drowning in his own darkness. Pitch-black tongues of fire flickered in his heart, dancing on his fingertips; flames potent enough to burn away the light itself. Whenever his sword undressed from scabbard, it pierced through space and time. The sharp edge flaring golden and red, turning and twisting between the fragile fringes of good and evil. Immortal sects rise and fall with a mere gesture of his hands; songs of karma never cease playing…

Untouched by the allure of the mortal world, he cultivates the heavenly and eternal Dao, laying abandon to time in that timeless dimension.

Witness how he fought, fell, and rose again.

The saga of a man who forged his path to immortality, spirituality, and his ultimate attainment of the Great Enlightenment.

…

“When the four continents are overturned, I shall step into the Heavenly Realm of the Spirit Mountain and wield my weapon.” Standing atop the ten-thousand petal lotus platform, wearing a snow-white Buddhist robe, Ji Yuenian’s raven-black long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He had a look of indifference as he gazed at the ethereal and vast Sacred Mount Meru, far away in the west.

Where individuals meet, regardless of Immortal or mortal, sit and recite the Yellow Court Classic. The story begins from one of the four continents.

The mysterious golden dragon tattoo on the chest, the strange human-shaped corpse in the grave, the dying beggar speaking a strange language, the modern writing on the ancient stone tablet, all these deeply trouble Wu Zhongyuan, who am I? where am i from? where am i going…

When the game reappeared in reality, the world went crazy.

Shang Yinhe originally thought he was just playing games, until he horribly discovered: All the games he has played are reproduced in the real world!

The world turned to a strange trajectory.

Expert: There must be a mastermind behind the earth’s change!

Shang Yinhe: That’s me.

Crowd: The brave man who saves the world has a beautiful face!

Shang Yinhe: That’s me.

Earth: Thanks to the Guardian Alliance for protecting me.

Shang Yinhe: That’s me too. #It’s me, it’s me, it’s me#

Traveling through the era of national beasts, Su Yi discovered that his pet beasts could actually choose a special evolutionary route!

When others are still trying to make the red fox evolve into a flaming fox, his nine-tailed fox fairy has already fallen in love with Liaozhai;

When others are still trying to make the thorn grass evolve into a thorn tree, his queen of thorns has already suffered from secondary school;

…

Looking at these strange beasts, Su Yi fell into contemplation.

Will I still be a beastmaster in the future?

This is the demon!

There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.”

Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant.

The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?”

Wen Shi: “Me.”

Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.

Returning to the young age, I discovered that this world is not the original world.

The cracks of different dimensions appeared, and the warriors rose.

“The top warrior can cast an immortal body, move mountains and fill the sea!”

The end of all worlds approaches.

The Demon King Order harvests lives from all manners of living beings.

Within this darkness full of despair,

A single person escaped from space-time, returned to before the world collapsed, determined to change the fate of the past.

But as time pass, he gradually finds out that the Apocalypse isn’t quite as simple as he thinks…