10,000 Years In A Cultivation Sect: I Obtained A Powerful Technique From The Start - Chapter 429 - The Strongest Trump Card of the Heavenly Emperor

As a professional and amateur of astronomy, every time I look up at the billions of stars in the night sky, it is hard to imagine that among these huge numbers, human beings live alone in the universe.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in a magical world based on the eight powers of knowledge, power, authority, faith, wealth, dexterity, perception, and mystery.

Looking up at the starry sky in another world, is my hometown among these billions of stars?

Searching for a possible way home. It may take a lifetime, it may be ten, but it is always a hope.

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Mu Sheng had researched quantum mechanics and engineered cross-sea bridges in her past life. However, she became a small-time celebrity plagued with a bad image overnight. This sad foolish woman was made to marry a sick man to counteract his bad luck. Even when her kidney and marrow were taken from her, she was glad to help. Memories of how her body’s original owner sacrificed everything for a scum flooded Mu Sheng’s mind, making her eyes roll.

The news exploded in the entertainment industry. Mu Sheng performed a 1440 degree somersault when she skied on an entertainment program and left everyone awestruck. The anti-fans felt she must have edited the image or hired a stunt double. Two weeks later, the International Ski Federation invited her to join them as a lifetime member. In time, government research, hacking, calligraphy and brush painting, and music associations all reached out for her to join their ranks one after another.

So what? She ended up marrying a useless man who was on the brink of death and would become a widow in a matter of time. Things did not quite play out as everyone expected. The useless Mr. Li did not die and ended up healthier than ever. He even shockingly turned out to be a mysterious big shot in the corporate world. Mu Sheng did not wind up a widow and Mr Li. loved her to bits.

Mu Sheng glanced at a man. “Now that you have been healed, can you sign the divorce agreement?”

Li Hanchen smiled. “There’s one more thing you haven’t healed.”

Mu Sheng frowned. “Are you still unwell?”

Li Hanchen said, “I love you to death and there’s no cure for it.”

He had found a ray of hope amid the darkness and her name was Mu Sheng.

The apocalyptic girl Lin Xiaoyue transmigrated into the body of an ancient peasant girl.

The owner of the new body, Daddy, had just passed away, and the family of three was driven to a dilapidated house on the edge of the village by their own grandmother. Looking at the tragic appearance of the cowardly mother and the little radish head, Lin Xiaoyue decided to live a good life with one big and one small.

Fortunately, her space ring and spiritual ability also followed, and with spiritual influence, she was relaxed and comfortable to tear the best.

Well, there is no big man in the family who always wants to bully him without opening his eyes? If she buys one, it won’t work! As a result, when she picked the slave farm, she found out the captain she had a crush on in her previous life!

Ah, she loves this antiquity so much! There are no zombies, no need to go hungry, there are relatives and lovers! She wants to live happily!

This is a story about a small cannon fodder who lived a prosperous life in ancient times. This article is male and female, and there is no Virgin (including the mistress).

This article sets: 1 tael of silver = 1,000 taels, 1 tael of money = 1 yuan in the 21st century, and 1 catty = 10 taels. Overhead, no peasants, industrial and commercial classes are divided.

In addition, “The Rebirth of the Apocalypse in the End of the World” and “I Have a Medicine Field Space in the End Times” have been completed. Welcome to read! Ask for a ticket, okay~~~

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.