Journey To Become A True God - Chapter 4044: Qiao Meiying looks for trouble with Ye Chen

WARNING: This novel is a hidden gem! It has an emotional and awesome storyline, with characters feeling more lifelike than the actual Hollywood actors and actresses!Renly Hall, son of a noble, despite his family's opposition enters Hollywood.Will he fulfill his dreams with a second attempt at life or will he live with regrets?Read more to know it!

Pick up a free master,

Cultivate ultimate teachings,

Steal a fox to be your pet,

Seduce a demon to be your husband.

Traveling through time and space is not scary, the only thing to fear is a lack of culture.

They all say that the road of cultivation is long; the best road to walk is the road that is most suitable for yourself.

That’s just a lie!

We travelled through time and space, we will walk other people’s path so that they have no path to walk.

There’s nothing to worry about if you can’t get tried.

We can pass some else’s trial and become our own deity.

A single distrustful phone call to the authorities led Ling Ke, who had crossed over to the eve of the Third Honkai Eruption, to endure years of torment as a lab rat.By now, the Crimson Herrscher had already “transcended,” Kiana was with Anti-Entropy, Mei was with World Serpent, and Bronya had long since reunited with Seele...As for Ling Ke, he had become the Herrscher of Dominance, commanding a thousand puppets.“From this moment on, I will exact my revenge upon this world!”The once ordinary Chinese man who had crossed over into this world, now completely consumed by darkness, revealed a terrifying, twisted grin.A forewarning—this is not a happy story.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.