"Master, I'm sorry... It's all my fault that you could not break through before your last moments."

"Don't worry, my disciple. I will not die," Xu Fan smiled at his disciple whose face was covered with tears.

"Only if… only if I could get you a few more Foundation Building Pills..." the genius of the sect knelt on the floor while crying like a baby.

Xu Fan looked at his oldest disciple and sighed. He then took out a Foundation Building Pill and nonchalantly threw it into his mouth.

The next second, divine lights of five different colors filled heaven and Earth.

The Great Wide World is full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. He was the human world's pride.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Governing Sword Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wild.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

This is a tale of a transmigrator that leads a small gate to its abrupt rise. Information Mortal Flow, Power Struggle, Farming. No system

I use my will to build a shield of guardianship, and use my flesh and blood to cut off the lock of fate. Shuttle through the fantasy dimension, just for protection. After suffering, don't forget the original intention. The original heart deeply in love with the second element. As an unlimited animation stream, I hope all friends can like it

A mediocre, low-born beggar, he relied on only his firm and indomitable spirit to desperately cultivate but still could not exceed the masses. Then by fortune’s favor, he awakened a long-extinct ancient martial soul. Since that day, he soared like a comet on the path of cultivation. From his humble beginnings as an outsider in the Ling Clan, his name, Ling Xiao, would ring throughout the world.

After the world went through six eras, the Celestial Xia arrived.

Dressed as [fantasy world] [patriarch], portray the fantasy world as realistic as possible from the perspective of the family, grow spiritual fields, raise spiritual fish, develop various family industries in an all-round way, support salted fish elders to become ancestors to serve as umbrellas, and inspire juniors to bravely venture The Holy Land Academy has come to the fore. It is not a fantasy of passionate combat, but is based on the promotion of various family industries, capital, facilities, domestic servants, family generals, clansmen, guest officials, in-laws and other elements. Trying to see the “old-fashioned” fantasy world from a fresh perspective.

Albert has never had any big ambitions. He has always thought of himself as a salted fish. He was reborn and turned on the panel cheat sheet. This is the proper way to become a winner in life. When Albert was planning to make a salted fish with a goal, the Owl sent an invitation from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels. Now, Albert is considering how to be a dreamy salted fish in the magic world.

Lin Yue went to sleep for what seemed like one day, but 100,000 years had passed. When he woke up, the entire world shook.

A relaxing story of a business tycoon who, sick of machinations and struggle, returned to the medieval world and married into a merchant family to become a “zhui xu,” a husband that lives in the wife’s home. Even though his intentions were not so, he could not avoid the matters of family, country and world.

“There was once a person that stood at the top of the golden pyramid,

with the innumerable cheap jealousy and envy of people,

he walked this road escorted by tens of thousands of people,

yet he could not escape the long and lonely sleep under the gravestone. ”