There are nine hundred states in the original country, and the relationship between the royal family, aristocratic family, and families in each state is intricate.
Martial arts halls, Taoist temples, and four-level warriors of heaven, earth, black, and yellow can only become a real cultivator by passing the Jade Cultivation Passage Trial and entering the Jade Cultivation Realm.
A fledgling boy, on a journey to the desert, embarked on the road of cultivation from a warrior to a cultivator...
"Perhaps, becoming a real cultivator is not only a way to pass the Jade Cultivation Passage Trial."
"This spear is called 'Black Rhino', the spear is seven feet long, and has never killed anyone."
...
The young man was full of vigor and vitality, and two long spears came out of Yingzhou.
The world is complicated, and Jiang Xuan got a glimpse of the corner of the sky.
The nine hundred states of the original country, starting from Yingzhou, tearing open the scroll...
[No system] [No crossing] [Plot]
The art of winning, feng shui, witchcraft... are not groundless!
Hundreds of strange techniques and folk taboos become reality in one day!
All things in the world are based on the Daozang!
Monsters and ghosts, use Nuo masks to invite gods!
The moment I put on the Nuo mask, I will no longer be a human being!
But God!
[Fiction + Fantasy + Villain + Apocalypse + No System]
Jiang Xia accidentally discovers the secret of the approaching era of cultivation—
a revelation that brings him a fatal calamity.
Though he survives, he is reduced to nothing more than a pawn in another’s game...
Note: This story unfolds step by step, without an early bloodbath. If that’s not your taste, best not to complain.
A young man of profound faith, he was a devoted Taoist, deeply fascinated by the immortal realm. He adored spirits, demons, demon children, beautiful women, alchemy, talismans, spirit pets, Taoist soldiers, dreams of goddesses, and even skeletons. He sacrificed his own body to feed demons, cultivating demons within his heart, and spent half his life as a wanderer, seeking only freedom. ——————The story of a young Taoist who cultivates Qi and seeks immortality.
Song Chen is reborn into a perilous and eerie fantasy world. Drafted by force into the army as cannon fodder, his only hope lies in a mysterious and equally sinister artifact—the Book of “Three Lives.”
This ancient tome, obtained on a stormy night, once spanned ten thousand pages. Yet now, only three remain; the other 9,997 have inexplicably decayed into dust.
There’s no doubt—the book is suspicious, and the world even more so. But trapped at the very bottom of this society, Song Chen has no choice but to claw his way forward—step by agonizing step—until he pierces the shroud of this world’s secrets and ascends to the very peak of heaven and earth.
The white-haired, heterochromatic little girl protagonist is going crazy. I want to be Miss Bai Ze's dog!
My name is Renji Bai Ze, female, 13 years old this year, and this is my fourth time traveling through time...
In my first life, I was the famous Ashina Isshin.
"Wolf, don't blame me for being mean!"
"You can't afford to play with me, you actually reloaded the save file!"
I met a wolf that was as strong as a monster on the road, and I couldn't defeat it with all my strength, so I died.
In my second life, I traveled to Dark Souls and became the famous Ashes, but unfortunately I was too weak and had no power!
In my third life, I traveled to MC and became the famous Steve.
I took a detour of hundreds of millions of years less and became a god in one step.
But the original life is authentic and original, in the snowy mountains
A good-for-nothing heir of a declining clan accidentally awakens the Martial Inheritance System. Through battle and leveling up, winning the hearts of beauties, and unraveling sinister plots, he rises to the pinnacle of martial arts, treading the line between good and evil. After uncovering the mystery of his origins, he goes on to shake the very foundations of the world.
"Starting from Joy of Life, Joy of Life 2, Nirvana in Fire, Sound of the Desert (Ballad of the Desert), Princess Agents, The World's Number One, Sword Snow Stride, Love and Redemption, The Journey of Flower, Xuanxin Secret Art (A Chinese Ghost Story), Water Moon Cave Heaven, Ever Night, Eternal Love (Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms), Ashes of Love...
I’m someone who loves watching dramas.
Even though I’m just a blade of grass, who says a blade of grass doesn’t have the right to live?
Games reflect reality, and games change the world."
"When the system falls in love with touching fish, when the villain is addicted to collecting coffin boards - see how the offline host subverts the immortal cultivation world with sand sculpture skills, and walks out of a warm anti-routine fairy road in the violent love story and cold character collapse!"
Protagonists: Lin Xiaolang, Su Yu
Who is holding the piece?
Is this a dream...
Falin opened his eyes. This was like a dream, but not a dream. He could not feel the collision or the temperature. This place was very mysterious.
A firefly, a sofa, a fireplace, a small room, a red carpet, a spirit, a door...
Farin left the sofa. He had never been to this place before. Where was this? Occasionally, there was a clicking sound outside the door, not like footsteps, but more like pieces falling on a chessboard.
Falin looked at the decoration of the room. It was small and dark, but warm. The stove contributed a flickering light to the room. Not far from the sofa was a dark red desk and an old wooden chair. There was a small window, and the moonlight was faintly shining through the window.
At some point, the sound of chess pieces dropping outside stopped, and Farin nervously glanced at the door. After a moment, there was indeed no sound outside. Farin shifted his gaze elsewhere. The fireflies seemed to have frozen, suspended in the air, and the occasional flicker of fire in the stove had also stopped... It was as if time had stood still...
Only Farin was able to move. Farin pushed open the door and saw a large hall outside. In the center of the hall was a long table... There were many mist-like figures sitting beside the table.
He looked around and saw many doors on the wall. But he gradually realized something was wrong. The wall couldn't hold so many doors, yet there were so many doors. Blood was flowing from under some of the doors, and some were broken. Falin saw a sofa inside, and a woman was lying on the sofa. Her throat was cut, and she was lying there quietly. Behind each door was the same...