Lu Changsheng felt quite unwell.

After transmigrating into a XianXia world, he came to possess a protagonist’s face.

His temperament was extraordinary, creating many fanatics in all forms of life.

Whenever he broke through to the next realm, it would create a “Heaven-Earth Phenomenon”.

Whenever he read aloud a poem, it would alarm all scholars under the heavens.

Whenever he spoke a few random words from the Tao Te Jing, Zhuangzi, or Huangting Jing, even more phenomenons would appear: a deluge of heavenly flowers, innumerable rays of multicolored sunlight, and mythical beasts offering auspicious omens.

Whenever he casually went out to gain some experience and learn, mounts would turn up without being invited and buddhist monks appeared every 10 steps he took.

However, it was exactly under this kind of setting.

Lu Changsheng refused to believe by all possible means, that his cultivation was ordinary.

In the 20th year of the Dark Portal calendar, everything grows and shadows grow.

Dick came to this world in embarrassment, he knew how turbulent the fate of this world was.

This year, the rise of the tribe has begun, and the glory of the alliance is still flying.

This year, the prince of Lordaeron set out to find Frostmourne. For whom did Theramore miss the song?

This year, thousands of years of waiting are still sad, and the shadow of the devil is already over the world.

This year, the Ashbringer first showed its edge, but the beautiful Windrunner was already killed in battle.

This year, the misty land is still hidden in history, but the deflection of the wheel of the world has been unstoppable.

If possible, Holy Light, please grant me the power to change everything…