The Regressor of Mount Hua - Chapter 47: Disciples Safe Return (2)

This is the story of how I became an outer god.

[WARNING R18+]In his previous life, the loser Li Long thanked God for giving him another chance to be reborn with his memories. And in an accident Li Long got a legacy left by a dual cultivator. So Li Long decided that from this life on, he would be good to himself and others, and vowed not to suppress the dark personality of his previous life. No matter if he was spit on by thousands of people or was not tolerated by the world, he would live only for himself in the future...

Ling Xiao was accidentally reborn into the zombie world and became Ninth Uncle’s younger brother.

Awakening the sky fire system can awaken endless strange fire.

At the same time, you can gain experience points, spells, magical powers, constitution and other rewards by burning all things in the world.

And at the beginning of the game, he awakened the mighty Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, and just as Mr. Ren came out of the coffin, he was burned to ashes by Ling Xiao’s palm.

“Senior brother Shi Jian came to kill him? Just in time, let him see how powerful the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire I just awakened is!”

“The ghost king of Fengdu Ghost City is coming to arrest me? Just to show you the taste of hell fire!”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for burning the sun, gaining experience points: 10 billion! Obtaining bloodline: Golden Crow Divine Body, turning into a new sun!”

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With the awakening of various kinds of different fires, and the improvement of his strength, Ling Xiao rose from a mere mortal against the sky, and finally burned the heavens and myriad worlds to create his own, the Great Dao of Heavenly Fire!

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”