Holding an incense burner in his hand, he lit a stick of incense. The blue smoke was misty, and at that moment, the spiritual thoughts penetrated the sky and the earth, and all the shackles in the world disappeared into nothingness.

It is for immortals.

(My first webnovel—a slow-burn story that builds in intensity!)

The Imperium of Man is a galaxy-spanning empire devoted to a god-like figure—the Emperor, enthroned in eternal vigil upon the Golden Throne. Even in this technologically advanced yet decaying future, faith and dogma remain the bedrock of society.

Pilgrims are those who undertake perilous journeys to prove devotion, seek redemption, or fulfill sacred obligations. Their destinations may include holy sites such as Terra (Holy Earth), where the Emperor slumbers, or other worlds sanctified by martyrdom and miracle.

Pilgrim-ships are the decrepit, overcrowded vessels that carry these masses through the void. Picture a floating slum in space, packed with hundreds of thousands of desperate souls. These voyages are long, grueling, and rife with danger—starvation, mutant uprisings, warp-borne horrors, and the ever-looming threat of heresy.

Tang Hao: "Friend, have you ever heard of a two-dimensional chat room?"

Passerby A: "I've never heard of it. What are you doing? Are there any benefits if I join?"

Tang Hao: "Of course, everyone inside is a talented person, and they speak well. You can also enjoy various talent performances, such as the devil girl fighting against the tentacle monster, the collision between the Pharaoh's tomb, the super electromagnetic gun against the colorful cannon, and the star... Explosive Abandonment Healing Slash VS Three Thousand Worlds, and the two youngest purple old... beautiful girls in our group have decided to officially debut and become idols."

"In addition, if you like to travel, you can take our regular Celtic Airline flight from Wenzhou to Canada every Monday, and you can also watch the large-scale episodic TV series "Hahaha" for free. How about it, right? A little excited?"

"...Can I call for help?"

"It's too late, everything is Steins;Gate's choice!"

The 'Evil Butcher' profession is only Level 10?"

"The data panel adds all the general experience points I gained after completing the game yesterday, so that I can see the limit of the profession template!"

This is a story about the only player who owns a game copy world and frantically earns experience points in troubled times.

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.

“Um…aha…ha…stop!” She was tickled with no resistance left.

“Either marry or die!” Become an itchy person in history.

“If you dare not want me, I will sleep till you want.”

On the face of it, he is a powerful business hegemon, secretly, he is a mysterious army young man, cold, vicious, and violent. It is frightening that he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

One day a group of single dogs asked with tears in their eyes: “Boss, how did my sister-in-law fall under your prestige?”

He raised his eyebrows: “Pete, pet her as a little idiot and turn her back.”

She was angry: “Bah! Shameless, Wen Ya speak!”

“Three thousand in the floating world, my love has three, sun, moon and Qing, the sun is the morning, the moon is the evening, and the Qing is the morning and evening!”

“…”

Lin Yanxi thought she had only left after spending two years in the barracks, but she did not expect that the charm of this camouflage green is so different, maybe it will last a lifetime after wearing it!

Chen Yuan failed to survive the catastrophe and encountered a great disaster. He lay dormant for a hundred years and found a cottage. Unfortunately, he died.

When the yang energy is gone and the blood is exhausted, who says that a dead person cannot become a true immortal?

Chen Laoshi's poem says: The body is like a dead tree hiding in the silent sky, and it is dim and dark in a mirror.

A meteor falls in the gloomy earthly world, and ten young writers in a group die at the same time and travel through it at the same time, scattered all over the continent of Minecraft. Can they reunite, while maintaining the plot, set up a reality portal to return to reality and change their destiny? Rainimator's world, the broken way home.