"Beep beep!"

With a blinding white light, I was reborn. In this life, I'm still called Wang Teng. Auspicious signs appeared: golden clouds billowed, gods and Buddhas lowered their eyes, demons bowed their heads, and all spirits rejoiced. An old man traversed billions of miles of starry sky to bring me into the Qingyang Ancient Sect. My extraordinary talent earned me the title of "Potential Emperor"... Wait, Potential Emperor... Wang Teng? What the hell is this?

Thankfully, long live the dump truck! The true spirit has been divided into countless parts. Talents are shared, Daoist insights are shared, resources are shared. But... why aren't there any powerful figures? Everyone just wants to lie low!

Qilin—Wang Teng: "Good news, the direct grandson of the ancient emperor; bad news, Old Man Qilin faked his death, and his vast resources are currently sealed by the Divine Source!"

Divine Mark Purple Gold - Wang Teng: "Brothers, when you hear this, I'm about to be dug out! Boss, save me!"

Originally a small clerk, I stumbled upon an immortal transcending a tribulation, and was dragged back to the Warring States Period. To survive, I resorted to modern technology, experiencing major historical events. It's impossible to revisit the original history, but to adhere to the records in the history books, I deliberately concealed many things. A chance encounter with a secret manual gradually transformed me into a cultivator. Over the course of millennia, I encountered beauties of all kinds, but without a breakthrough in my cultivation, I vanished into the dust of history...

Goblins absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and are not contaminated by the calamities of the mortal world. They are the supreme existence of the demon clan. They forge a treasure in their lifetime, and every time they appear, they cause bloody storms!

Ye Qingchen, a time traveler with a mysterious background, emerged from the Sin Continent holding the broken sword Mo Ran, vowing to subvert the rules of the three religions. He believed that the Tao could be reversed, and his Tao was evil!

"Well, just make do with it..."

Feng Ling was reborn in an old body in the Ghost Continent. This old man was very powerful in his lifetime, but Feng Ling was in tears. Fortunately, he had the art of splitting himself into two bodies... It doesn't matter if he is old or sarcastic!

"Ningshuang, wait for me! Yuqing, follow me!"

A white skirt fluttered in the distance as an elderly man kicked away the bruised and battered pretty boy and walked away calmly. A woman in green lingered to finish off the opponent, winking and saying, "Young man, don't look down on the elderly!"

PS: A general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless lives; in the end, everything seems like a dream. Immortals and demons, who is right and who is wrong? I have no intention of killing anyone, but the human heart is treacherous, even more sinister than demons and monsters. All living beings suffer, and it is up to me to save the world...

(Written in detail in the early stage, calmly farming; written briefly in the later stage, stirring up the storm)

This is a stone wall. This is a mountain. Or rather, this is a stone wall as high as a mountain, seemingly reaching to the sky with a majestic grandeur. But a stone wall is still just a stone wall, no matter how majestic it may be. The two arrived before this stone wall, which appeared to be composed of blocks of milky-white marble, like a vast, snow-white canvas. Countless vines extended from the cracks in the stone, like strokes of green ink being applied to this canvas—a masterpiece that no famous painter could rival.

A young man lived in a world of vast mountains and vast seas, a world where immortality flourished and prospered. Ancient magical powers coexisted with brand-new immortality, and all races sought a new path together. In this turbulent era, the young man longed for love and pursued beautiful women, until he finally realized that he was always alone. After a profound enlightenment, the young man wielded his sword of wisdom, severed his nine hundred and ninety-nine ties, and moved forward with grace. That day, plum blossoms bloomed like snow, and the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appeared. Then, the young man discovered that he had more than nine hundred and ninety-nine ties... Follow Mianbao on Weibo at http://t.qq.com/fmianbao and email [email protected]. Everyone is welcome.