MTL - I Have Nine God Tree Martial Spirits at the Beginning - Chapter 970 Performance!

Chen Qiu had transmigrated to an Immortal World, where in this world of immortals— there were Heavenly Dao Decrees, a panel-like “Heavenly Pride Leaderboard,” and numerous entries. ... Every cultivator, upon breaking through a Great Realm, could obtain an entry. Different entries combined to define the cultivator’s limits and directions for development. Some cultivators relied on the entry combination of “Nine Ox Power” + “Hundred Percent Accuracy” + “Ignore Barrier” to marry into the Dragon Clan and became the greatest Beast Master in history. Others relied on the entry combination of “Nonsensical Babble” + “Deceive the Junior, Fool the Senior” + “Martyr’s Command,” becoming the greatest State Preceptor in history. Meanwhile, Chen Qiu’s first entry, “Rise Through the Ranks,” allowed him to choose one out of three random entries each time he broke through a small realm. From then on... Various entry fusion techniques, astonishing the human world! ... When everyone in this world had a golden finger, it all came down to whose destiny was tougher!

Doomsday crisis, zombies are attacking, the situation is critical.Don't let our enemies change from zombies coming at us to humans we protect behind us.“Brother, what would you do if I turned into an irredeemable zombie?”“…kill you.”“Then do you know what I would do if you turned into a zombie?”“Kill me.”“No,” he lifted her long hair, revealing her smooth neck.“You are crazy. I advise you to give up this irrational idea.”“Brother, this world has gone crazy.”

grains of sand slipping through my fingers.All I had left was my name: Clark.Enjoy reading it!

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”