"Flesh and blood are weak, steel is eternal." "The mind is stronger than matter, transcending the ordinary into sainthood." A battle over the concepts of 'body and soul' ultimately destroyed the world, and the souls of the survivors were reborn when everything was about to begin. It was a dark age when giant corporations monopolized everything... "Qi is stored in the Dantian, Qi is stored in the Dantian. To cultivate Qi, you must first create a Dantian. What? You don't know how? Do you know what a fusion furnace is? That's what it is!" "The spirit gathering array must be connected to a high voltage of 100,000 volts! Otherwise, how can there be energy!?" "Your flying sword is made of jade and wood!? It should be titanium alloy, idiot!"

What? You don't even know the Drifter? It's over. I'm supposed to have a God's perspective, but suddenly it seems like I've got the wrong script! But it doesn't matter. Let me be the Drifter. I'm the Emperor of Jinzhou!

【This book once caused the Tianya Community's reply function to crash, becoming the strongest post in Tianya's history.】

Medical practice can save lives; corpse clothing can defy the heavens.

It's said that Hua Tuo's "Medical Practice Scripture" can save people's lives, and Li Bowen's "Corpse Clothing Scripture" can ward off evil spirits and the protect against the heavens......

The 13th year of the Jian'an era (208 A.D.), night, torrential downpour, Xuchang City's northern death row prison.

Under the light of a flickering oil lamp, a thin, old man with a white beard handed a cloth bundle to the jailor, whispering softly, "This can save lives!" The jailor quietly tucked it away.

A thousand and seven hundred years later, a traveler arrived at the shrine of Hua Tuo in Jiangsu County. A couplet was written on the gate:

"The physician who sliced open stomachs truly opened a new path for medicine; yet who could have known a jailer's incompetence would consign the book to flames?

The scholar who valued his integrity disdained serving under a ruthless leader; it is a pity that a historian’s falsification slandered his avoidance for a thousand autumns."

It speaks of how the Three Kingdom's divine physician Hua Tuo entrusted his life's work, the "Medical Practice Scripture," to a jailor on the night before his death. However, the man was too afraid to accept it. Hua Tuo could only burn his work in desperation, causing the medical scripture to be lost forever, a tragedy that can still evoke sighs of regret.

Over the long passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields, this event has long faded into the dust of history.

In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province, a crowd of villagers gathered beneath a tall, old locust tree, all gazing up at a notice pasted on its trunk...

Take my advice, don't click on this book, it's absolutely terrible.

My writing isn't very good; I'm using this as practice. It's based on an alternate universe, and I wrote this entirely because I like Qingque and Fu Xuan, even though I don't actually have a Fu Xuan. I write out of interest, so updates might be infrequent. Please forgive any inconvenience.

Duan Yu traveled through time and became the mainstay of Xianyin Pavilion in the Dawu Empire.

Legend has it that there is a tribe of Asuras from Hell who will one day descend upon the earth and destroy the world.

Legend has it that this world is neither real nor illusory, a world where heaven, hell, and the human world overlap. For millennia, night watchmen have guarded every corner of the world where a possible gate to hell might exist.

What does this have to do with me? I just want to find a rich woman.

However, one day, his eyes were gouged out and replaced with a pair of golden magic eyes.

From then on, his life changed completely.

A strange experience of a herbalist. Dog treasure is black, cow treasure is yellow, corpse ginseng doll sleeps on a red bed, white dragon on the ground, donkey hoof, centipede of 100 feet high determines black wind. I am a herbalist who walks deep in the mountains to "hold treasure". There are many secret places in this world where there are rare treasures. The methods of holding treasure are incredible, including Qimen Dunjia, Fengshui Five Elements, mountain spirits and water monsters, rare treasures and exotic herbs...

The eponymous murder mystery game is now available for pre-order! A confined space where stories determine life and death, endless twists and turns where details determine victory or defeat—this time, it's your turn to control your destiny! 14 novelists, 14 days, 14 terrifying and suspenseful stories—a death game has begun. 14 suspense novelists are "invited" to a mysterious location, where each must improvise a suspense story and tell it to the others. Afterwards, everyone scores them, and the person with the highest score decides everyone's fate! However, strange events occur one after another, and the number of participants dwindles daily. Who is the mysterious organizer? Who will escape alive? A terrifying secret is revealed at the end… Main characters: Nan Tian, ​​Guo Wanting, Araki Zhou, Chris

now!

Run faster!

(Digimon Three Fanfiction)

In a direction that's not on the map!

Fly above the horizon, use the courage you gained when you got wings to become stronger

Young people, hold on to the digital devices in your hands and the courage in your hearts!

Mei Xi, an undergraduate student at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, has been wandering the world since childhood. She struggled to get into university and was in her second year when she unexpectedly traveled back in time to the Tang Dynasty.

He was astonished to find himself in a world quite different from that described in history books; things that existed only in myths and legends were actually happening around him. How should he conduct himself? Was history wrong, or had his arrival created the history that later generations would witness?

People can't help but fantasize about time travel and rebirth, hoping to make up for all the regrets in their hearts. Everyone hopes to build their world into a perfect sacred mountain. In the end, it all comes down to that ancient saying—the sacred mountain is only in your heart.

Humanity dwells on a small island called Ignorance in the midst of a dark ocean. This ocean is vast and holds countless secrets, but we should not sail too far or delve too deep. — Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu