After awakening his past life memories, Cui Yunzhou finds himself transmigrated into the world of the Dragon Clan, possessing an S-rank bloodline. He knew that the Blood Sorrow would bring an invitation, but he never expected it to be… [Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly… live?] "An invitation from the Supreme God?" He thought this was unexpected enough, but then… looking at his teammates: the Uchiha brat, Dio the beast, the Bleach elementary school student, the passing knight… Cui Yunzhou smiles. Worlds: One Piece, Dragon Clan, Fusion Terror: Gonjiam.

[Infinite Resurrection] [Mysterious Omega Base] [Savior] [Anomalies and Spiritual Aura Revival] [Another World] [Vortex]

An Xiaole, having stayed up all night watching a CS match, couldn't stay awake any longer and decided to take a short nap on the sofa.

When he woke up again, he found himself in another world.

Just as An Xiaole, completely bewildered, was about to go out to see what was going on, the door was kicked open. Before he could react, a group of fully armed elite soldiers appeared and pinned him down.

"Is this the anomaly codenamed OCF-0921? It certainly looks harmless."

"What? Who are you? Why are you breaking into my house?"

"Your home? That's it then. Containment initiation!"

Before An Xiaole could react, he inhaled a strange gas, lost consciousness, and collapsed in front of the group of people.

The end of the Dharma is about to end, and all things are revived.

The inheritance and taboos that have been cut off from the past are just about to start, and they are dreaming of crawling out of the abyss and living another life.

At this juncture between the old and the new, a game called World Evolution approached Zhang Ke, and he embarked on another path.

In the Forbidden City, under the Dragon Lock Well, dragons roar;

In the Yellow River Water Mansion, among the piles of bones, a hand raised a big seal...

At the same time, in the city, in the decaying and abandoned temples, the dusty statues of gods quietly changed their faces...

It is my fate to enter the martial arts world, and Jiaqian Jushi is my nickname. "What are you talking about, sir? He is a son of a noble family, a disciple of a big sect, and an official of the imperial court. His background is unfathomable." "Can't be killed?" "What I mean is" "It takes money!"

Lin Xingzhuo, a third-level clerk in the Review Department of the Film and Television Department, was reborn in 2009 and found himself a contracted artist for a film and television company invested by a coal boss.

"World Film Journey-Information Express" on the Six Princesses Channel.

The first news item: "Pop King Michael Jackson Dies of Cardiac Arrest..."

The second report reads: "Jinyang Province issued a 'Notice on Further Accelerating the Merger, Reorganization and Integration of Coal Mining Enterprises'."

Lin Xingzhuo: “…”

【A Brand New Worldview】+【Multiple】+【Construction and Survival】

Su Mo was knocked unconscious with a stick and arrived at an all-female tribe that consisted entirely of people who were two meters tall. They were unusually tall and did not look like primitive people, but their behavior was no different from that of primitive people.

In order to survive, Su Mo unexpectedly awakens a daily intelligence system.

Every day, we gather information on prey and supplies based on intelligence.

They were also taught how to survive in the harsh rainforest!

But it was evening.

Su Mo had no choice, but it was for the future development of the tribe.

I can only do this for the tribe!

When the lowly commoners of Wei Kingdom made their only trip to the upper realm to undergo the examination of the Mirror of Appearance, the mirror revealed a peerless phoenix, a creature of unparalleled beauty, that had existed since the beginning of time. Everyone cheered for the third young lady of the Wei Prime Minister's mansion. I, with my ordinary appearance, looked at my hand in bewilderment. If I wasn't mistaken, in the instant the Mirror of Appearance swept over me, the phoenix in the mirror made the same movement as me...

"He's a dangerous man. He's disrupting the Blue Cosmos' strategy in the Earth Union. He's hunting us." At that time, he swore... "I will change. I will change to show you..." To change the world and become the hope of mankind "It's coming..." Activate the machine and praise the machine spirit! "Show them what you're made of, Ross!" "There's always a way!!!" "It's a Gundam?!" The loyal beam rifle never gets too hot! "Don't even think about running!" "Kill them, Ross, they're just vandals!" Ross Links "Life is such a hassle..." "Hell is coming!" "Waaaagh!!!" Drifting through the world "Death won't come when you're ready, Ross..." "No need for you to remind me! Amuro!" (Pumpkin Head dancing) ("The Shining Green Plastic Man" is currently being serialized...)

Dark cultivators wreak havoc, the three realms fall to demons. Faced with monstrous tides and strange seas, all beings tremble.

Only Su Cheng rises to the challenge. The system activates, and he alone suppresses the universe.

His might shakes the eight wildernesses; a sword prison forged from a hundred thousand demon corpses stuns the world.

He steps into the netherworld, where the filth of the Nine Abysses surges into a sky-high spiritual tide.

"Only today do they realize—one man is a sect—"

Before Su Cheng finishes his sigh, his right hand is tightly grabbed.

"What about us?"

"Uh, my lady, don’t misunderstand. I was just reciting a line to look cool..."

Alternate titles:

“One Man Enjoys the Sect Alone: All Sect Resources, Ten-Thousandfold Cultivation, Let Me Break Through!”

“One Man Forms a Sect, Two Marry, Three... Four... Five... All-Out Brawl!”

That year, Ernest Miller Hemingway stood at the podium and said, "If it weren't for Carl Beck, I might have given up writing. He was my good friend and my teacher." That year, Francis Scott Fitzgerald announced his retirement from writing in a newspaper, saying, "Carl Beck is enough for America. I have no creative inspiration in his presence." That year, William Faulkner stood at the Nobel Prize podium and said, "I don't deserve this prize. The Nobel belongs to Carl Beck." That year, Margaret Mitchell sat at her desk and often recalled: If I were a few years younger, I would definitely become Carl Beck's mistress. ...In 1921, Chen Chaoyang traveled through time and space and was transported to the body of a young man named Carl Beck.