MTL - Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go - Chapter 299 Jiang Shengyi’s truth, terrible scene

The paramount existences among daemons are known as ‘Great Sages’.

A young man leaves the mountain village and wanders the world, entering the legends step by step, becoming a part of mythology itself.

Transmigrating into a fantasy world, starting as a typical rich and handsome guy, he has a useless main character fiancé, a sister who knows the future plot, and a distant cousin who is the reincarnation of his nemesis, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.He becomes the final boss in a female-oriented novel, forcibly killed by the plot?Although he has a system that allows him to become stronger by binding with geniuses, Jiang Minghan states that as a gentleman who likes to stay calm and friendly, he just wants to be good to others and doesn’t want to be a villain.To avoid the fate of being overpowered by the female leads in the future, he can only walk further down the path of a villain.But unknowingly, when did he become the source of darkness, disrupting the eternal heavens?

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to “Mortal”.

Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, “Like Old Devil Han, I am a fourth-grade pseudo-spiritual root, but I don’t have a vial. It seems that the only way I can go is to cultivate immortals scientifically!”

Why is there a bottleneck every fourth floor during the gas refining period?

How to maximize the chance of building a foundation?

How many factors affect the speed of cultivation?

How fast is Old Devil Han running?

When cultivating immortals in this world is an objective fact, then science is cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is science!

Deduction group: 607277622, ​​come and play, Mr. Shitu has already moved in.

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…