There are nine hundred states in the original country, and the relationship between the royal family, aristocratic family, and families in each state is intricate.

Martial arts halls, Taoist temples, and four-level warriors of heaven, earth, black, and yellow can only become a real cultivator by passing the Jade Cultivation Passage Trial and entering the Jade Cultivation Realm.

A fledgling boy, on a journey to the desert, embarked on the road of cultivation from a warrior to a cultivator...

"Perhaps, becoming a real cultivator is not only a way to pass the Jade Cultivation Passage Trial."

"This spear is called 'Black Rhino', the spear is seven feet long, and has never killed anyone."

...

The young man was full of vigor and vitality, and two long spears came out of Yingzhou.

The world is complicated, and Jiang Xuan got a glimpse of the corner of the sky.

The nine hundred states of the original country, starting from Yingzhou, tearing open the scroll...

[No system] [No crossing] [Plot]

Yo, Hi! I’m Frank, I made a deal with a demon to pay me some money for receiving a guest for a few days every week.

I had no idea about what I have done.

On May 1st, Conan ‘the God of Death’ came to my house. I was forced to let him in and we get involved in a criminal case.

On May 8th, Bruce Wayne ‘Batman’ came to me. I was forced to follow him to fight crime.

On May 16th, Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs, came to my home. I can only say that I really can’t stand my guests.

Who knocked over the glass cup and poured it over and whose sleepless night was soaked? Who made the bow and piano messing around and disturbed Wulanyue on the river? Some are galloping in the huge mountains, some are crisscrossing between the north and south of the Traledi Mountains, and some are wandering on the edge of life and death to torture themselves about the mystery of time and space. This story is put into paper and pen, but it is just a matter of giving time to the sky, hoping that the years will be different.

The end will come, all things will collapse, and human civilization will disappear.

In the dormant cabin, Wutong listened to Eden’s songs and wondered what he was thinking.

As one of the few remaining fusion warriors of the Moth Chasing Fire, he can barely survive into the next era of civilization.

less.

“Prometheus?”

“I’m here.” replied with a little girlish electronic voice.

“time.”

“Everything goes to sleep and will start in a minute.”

Indus is relatively sensitive to time.

He reached out to turn off the music and entered the password.

Eden’s singing came to an abrupt end.

The most representative voice of nature in this old era has disappeared and will not be heard in the future.

Wutong found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

“Good night, Prometheus.”

“Good night, Mr. Wutong.”

The dormant capsule slowly descends, the old world collapses, and a new world will eventually be born.

In troubled times, those who are rebels want to be emperors, and those who are emperors want to rule the world. This world is not very stable either. Those who are disciples want to be the leader, and those who are the leader want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. In a small mountain village in Nanzhou of the Jokhang Dynasty, Li Beifeng's biggest ideal in his life was to inherit his father's mantle and become an outstanding doctor who was respected by people and renowned throughout the country. Until one day, he accidentally saved a seriously injured female martial arts leader... ————A non-martial arts, casual and serious story with a historical emphasis (easy to watch, don’t take it too seriously)