Wang Feng created a game called "御九天". When he was about to achieve success and reach the peak of his life, he traveled to the "九天世界".

But what about the auxiliary system necessary for time travel?

It would be fine if he wasn't tall, rich and handsome, after all, the Wang brothers are talented people, but what the hell is the dungeon whip opening?

Without cheats or time travel, facing the torture from the soul, Lao Wang, who has a very positive outlook on life, begins his second struggle in life.

Brothers, Lao Wang is back!

Bring your own game board and travel to a world of plausibility.

But the game I play is a text hang-up game! What happened to this monster that came from its mouth?

Fortunately, on-hook games also have their own advantages. Everything is based on data, which affects the real world. Although it is nonsense, it is really delicious!

The humble author opens a new book, please support!

This is a fanfiction for the Digimon Ghost game. It makes up for the regret of the Ghost game ending being so bad!

As long as there are people who are willing to believe and support me, I will lead you into this brand new world... (Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings. My writing skills are limited, so please don't criticize me if you don't like it!)

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...

"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)