Cultivation starts from devouring the Dao fruits - Chapter 286: Kapok Taoist

Ditian travels to One Piece, and he can become stronger by playing the role of a muscular man.

Whether it is fighting skills or cultivation talent, he is the number one person in the world.

The physical liberation of tens of thousands of muscles compressed, the bones more than a thousand times harder than the hardest steel, the ghostly back of evil deeds, the recovery rate of flesh and blood rebirth, etc.

One person surrounded the entire Qibuhai, one person surrounded the top, one person invaded the city of advancement, and one person invaded the Holy Land and sat on the Void Throne.

It seems that at the beginning of invincibility, there is no one in the whole world who can fight!

Naval Headquarters: It’s terrible, it’s simply a humanoid monster

Shichibukai: We are surrounded, and when we meet, one will be abolished, two will die and three will surrender

Five Old Stars: Lord Im gave birth to a daughter for him

White Beard: I was punched to death by him

Blackbeard: I am often slapped in the face by him, I am really scared

Princess Baixing: My husband is the most gentle

Di Tian: They are all so weak, I can only eat the fruit of time and go twenty years later to see if these guys have become stronger

Twenty years later, the world has entered the era of ten emperors, one emperor and twelve generals. Have you heard that everyone’s abilities are against the sky?

Playing in the second world, in the world of cutting the red pupil, who still remembers Esthers?

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I closed my eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath. The needle slipped through my numb fingers and clattered onto the rough pavement. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. No one would miss me, and if any did...? Well, there was always someone else to beat or rape. They'd move on quickly.But then...gods? Since when did nothingness have so many gods?Chosen by the goddess of Fate, I'm thrust into a world of magic and wonder alongside nine other heroes. A world where the gods reign supreme, and evil is vanquished before it can spread its blight.Can such a place truly exist? Could life really be worth living?I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows, but my life has been nothing but darkness. Perhaps this new world will be the chance I need to find the light, to see the other side.

Ning Chu downloaded a western fantasy app called “Dragon Island” during winter break, in which you can raise various small dragons.

The game was beautifully drawn and unique, and the little dragon cubs are super cute and lovable, so Ning Chu quickly got hooked and raised a dozen of them with crazy funds.

The little dragon cubs vary in character and preferences, and Ning Chu works early and late every day, hunting and cooking, cutting down trees and building houses, sewing clothes for the little dragon cubs, playing with them, and singing children’s songs to put them to sleep.

Unfortunately, before the little dragon cubs grew up, Ning Chu met with an accident.

When he opened his eyes again, Ning Chu transmigrated.

He came to a strange and different world where there were wizards, dwarves, elves, half-therians, and… giant dragons.

Ning Chu was unlucky to have just crossed into a dragon slaying battle, where the huge creature raised its claws at him in the dusty atmosphere.

But… the red scales, the curved horns, and the hot flames coming out of its mouth…

This dragon, how come it was so similar to the cubs he raised?

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Legend says that dragons are the product of God’s creation.

God favored the dragons, gave them great strength, a long life, and raised them personally. But from a certain day, the miracle disappeared and God abandoned the dragons.

The young dragon cubs lost their love and care, wailing in the cold night, stumbling to grow up, and eventually became ferocious and tyrannical dragons.

Later, God came again.

Ning Chu: oooh my cubs, daddy is back!

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.