[This is a JOJO fan]

I, Li Qing, have a system.

"What is the system?"

"This is obviously a substitute attack!"

PS: The introduction is weak, readers come in and take a look ~

Believe me, it can be very interesting to read even if you have never come across the original work.

That year, the land gods shattered the void;

That year, the Holy Fire Lord retired to the mountains and forests;

That year, the alien tribe of the Demon Sect showed its claws;

That year, Erlang Li was the top pick in high school;

That year, Ping Zong Xia flew into the sky and danced with swords;

That year, the descendants of Catcher set foot in the world;

A man, a gun, a horse, a bottle of wine;

One part passion, two parts ambition, three parts chic, four parts pride!

Behead first and report later, the imperial power has granted, and the laws of heaven and earth will be implemented without slacking!

In front of me is the boundary, behind me, all evils retreat!

The dark night has been endless since time immemorial. It all starts with a great plan. Not knowing everything, not remembering the past, as a variable, Lin Jue came to the collapsing world, and brought a system with him. Then...playing games leisurely with Bronya in a world where ghosts are rampant, facing the world's pursuit with Kiana together, and fighting wits and courage with the secrets with Mei... Time passed by, and the stars passed by. Lin Jue was driving the Hyperion, and while traveling in the vast universe, he looked back at Kiana, Mei, Bronya, Fu Hua, Xi'er, Rita, and Youlandel on the ship. , Yae Sakura, Theresa, Himeko... "It seems that at the beginning, I just wanted to take them to find a place to rest?"

ps: This is not a pure fanfic (meaning more than just writing Honkai Impact World), and some settings in Honkai Impact will be changed. Please be careful if you are interested in the party and want to read pure fan fiction. In addition, the author is a sophomore in high school, and it is not surprising that he usually updates once a day, and occasionally once every two days...

A story about a young man with “Dungeons and Warriors” fighter skills and practice dojo who travels to the age of magic.

PS: The DNF series of novels have completed the Ghost Swordsman “The Ghost Swordsman”, the Sharpshooter “The Gun Master”, and the priesthood “The Adorable God Believer”, this is the fourth one.

Dreaming of returning to Chang'an, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood, and the depths of the Taiji Palace were filled with endless sorrow. The resounding words "The people are the water, the ruler is the boat" still echoed across the land of Chang'an, but the iron hooves of foreign tribes once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be satisfied?

What kind of fury must Li Shimin, lying in his tomb, have uttered upon witnessing the suffering of his people? He pounded on the railings, only to see the land sinking into ruin!

My heart was filled with frustration, and I wished I could cross the river of history, pluck stars from the sky, grasp the sun and moon, and turn the world upside down.

So be it. I hear ghostly cries and the autumn rain pattering outside the window. I'll cut a worn-out pen and continue the story of the glorious Tang Dynasty, removing the dark parts. My Tang Dynasty has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of war, emperors with the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, fierce generals who have fought countless battles, scholars in high hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, loving fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that continues. This is my Tang Dynasty, my "Tang Brick".

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Countless ages ago, in the primordial chaos, heaven and earth were first created. Within this vast universe, countless material planes, like grains of sand in the Ganges, were born. Brilliant civilizations of martial arts and magic ultimately converged on the same path: the journey to godhood, fraught with peril. This became the endless legend sung by wandering bards.

Seeing the true nature of reality, all phenomena are empty; in an instant, one realizes that all phenomena are the same. Once the glory cannot be hidden, it is revealed face to face.

The decision states that some people are unwilling to truly believe in the Buddha's teachings, so we must directly address the root cause and gradually teach people by picking leaves and searching for branches.

Birth and death have occurred countless times, and this has been true since time immemorial. There are countless forms of gods and demons, but nothing can truly restore one's original nature.

I study the exoteric teachings and practice the esoteric teachings; though our expedient methods differ, we ultimately return to the same origin. Since traversing the path to Nirvana, I have come to understand that birth and death are inherently empty.

Whether walking or sitting, all is emptiness; whether speaking or remaining silent, moving or still, all is emptiness. Even if a sharp blade is at your head, it is as if a sharp sword is cutting through the spring breeze.

Suddenly I realized the wondrous source of mind; the shell of ignorance cracked open, and all was the same. In dreams, the six realms were clearly present, but upon awakening, all was empty, devoid of saints or mortals.

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