8 immortals crossing the sea

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters. Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia? The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms... Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening. Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

Traversing through ancient family lineages, invincible from the start; checking in across all realms, dominating at every step. The Great Sacred Body with prison-subduing power, Supreme Bone nurturing the maternal energy cauldron; self-transforming and independent, supreme ruler of the nine heavens. Seizing seven stars at the ten-year banquet, claiming eight stars from the bronze immortal palace; proving ten stars at the boundless sea, determining fate with one sword pointing to the sky. Born as a prodigy, neither humble nor arrogant; at the end of the immortal path, only I stand at the peak.

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion. Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance. Original Synopsis: The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being. He is sick, very seriously ill......

Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell. He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal. Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Introduction 1: In this world, there exist immortals and demons. Immortals plunder from Heaven and Earth while demons wreak havoc upon mortals. With the rise of immortals and demons, the world falls into chaos, with the common people barely surviving. People refer to these calamities as Immortal Disasters and Demon Misfortunes. In the late period of the Da Chu Dynasty, the world was in disorder, with feudal princes battling each other and feudal lords ruling over their territories. Wars, demon misfortunes, and immortal disasters followed one after another, making the human world a living hell. In this year, Lu Yan crossed into this world as the son of a refugee. One awakening to the truths of the Dao Book kindled hope in his once hopeless heart until he encountered a monstrous being with two human skulls... Introduction 2: Eerie immortals and demons, uncommon martial arts - this is a story of an ordinary person transmigrating into another dimension, relying on a Dao Book to struggle for survival in a bizarre world.

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Gods and Myths rule over the lands on Earth. They give their citizens food, security, abundance, and most of all…Immortality. In exchange, humans went over the 4th Dimension and killed Canzers, the monsters that threaten the sanctity of the God's dimension. They are called Saviors. At 18yrs old, Atlan finally gained a chance to become a Savior. But…he inadvertently gained the powers of the God of Death. Was it useful in a world of immortality? Yes. Nobody knew that when Atlan overthrew the Grim Reaper, an apocalypse would doom the world. Humanity lost its immortality. Ordinary people, Saviors, and even Gods could die now. [You have witnessed the extinction of Angels] [10-star rarity Angelic Genus acquired!] [Your Bloodline has evolved to Angelic Reaper of Gods] [You have reaped the deaths of 10,000 Angels] [You have gained 1,000,000 Upgrade Points] [You have gained 10,000 experience] [Lightspeed Angel Wings body mutation acquired!] [You have reaped the death of the First Savior] [10x Level Booster trait acquired!] [SSS class Apocalyptic Hellfire acquired]