PREVIEW

... his finger...

We were no longer in the throne room.

Without warning, reality itself bent—folded inward like a page being turned—and we were torn from that golden palace. The marble floors, the towering columns, the oppressive radiance of the divine... all of it vanished in an instant.

Now, there was only this.

An endless battlefield.

"What the fuck...?" people muttered in shock.

"Where the hell are we?"

"What’s happening?"

Panic sur ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Ancient Godly MonarchChapter 2053 - Additional Tales: Legend of the Devilish Female (END)
 8M
3.8/5(votes)
FantasyXuanhuanPsychologicalAdventure

In the Province of the Nine Skies, far above the heavens, there exists Nine Galaxies of Astral Rivers made up of countless constellations interwoven together.

My Ferocious Tigress WifeChapter 985 - -Finale
 9.1k
4.5/5(votes)
FantasyRomance

Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System SpaceChapter 965 - 427 Welcome to the Immortal Dao Realm (Grand Finale)_4
 64.6k
4.5/5(votes)
EasternActionAdventureFantasy

Lin Jing had transmigrated.

And he had unlocked a System Space with its own Spirit Field.

Thus...

While others sought out the Secret Realm, he was farming.

While others fought over resources, he was practicing Alchemy.

It was in this way that he slowly grew with the passing years...

Until after countless ages, someone finally realized that the great one was actually him...

This book is also known as:

“First I Farm, Then Do Alchemy, I Seek Immortality by Holding On to Life”

MTL - Sword of ComingChapter 1215 like a dragon
 167.7k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureDramaFantasy

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

***

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

- Description from novelupdates