Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System - Chapter 118: Choosing The Way Forward

Send a mayfly to the world, a drop in the vast ocean!

Ye Chen woke up and found that he had traveled to the Qing Dynasty. Looking at the father lying on the bed, and the mother doing laundry for the neighbor

I thought it was an ancient farming text.

But with the awakening of the system! Only to find that everything is not so simple.

In Xiling in the south, there are Tufuzi running around, there is a restaurant with the same name in the capital, and the Zhang family in the northeast…

In the ancient building

Zhang Family: What the hell are you, you didn’t exist in history!

Ye Chen: I exist to change history.

In the Tomb of King Lu

Wu Xie: Brother’s tattoo is so handsome! He must have some special story..

Fatty Wang on the other side: No! I think Ye Chen’s is more handsome, okay?

Wu Xie turned her head to look: Damn!

Until the combination of various abilities of Shan Hai Jing, he also detached and became an ancient god,

To understand the true meaning of this world.

- Description from novelbuddy

I became a staff officer of an empire whose defeat was certain.The only way to escape from the empire with an 8-year mandatory service was through dishonorable discharge.But then…“You can be glad, Lieutenant. Thanks to your accurate instinct, our military could prevent damage in advance.”The more I struggled to be discharged, the higher my performance evaluation became.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.