[WSA Entry] Priv Tiers low cost this month!!! Up to 15 Chapters! Let us get the 1000 unlocks! James, a bored supermarket worker who loves reading cultivation novels, dies in a car accident and gets reincarnated into the body of Tian Li, a talentless cultivator from the Cloud Sect. Unhappy with his new life, he decides to leave the sect and pursue his dream of starting a farm. Along the way, he makes friends with a big toad named Big. T and finds a cheap house in a remote village. However, he soon realizes that his peaceful life is not as simple as he thought. He will have to face dangers and mysteries that will challenge his beliefs and test his courage. Will he be able to follow his own path in a world where power is everything? Find out in this hilarious and heartwarming cultivation novel! All of that with the help of his incredible System! [Spiritual Farming System] A potato Tian Li plants becomes a rare 100 Year Old Potato, which increases cultivation! The animals Tian Li takes care of became Spiritual Beasts, and even the fish he fishes were rare golden carps! ~~~~ The Slice of Life will truly start after he leaves his sect the second time, and makes his own sect. It will also start the kingdom building aspect. Also, he might become dark in the future for some reasons related to his cultivation and his demonic energy!
The exploration of the underwater city unfolded with a surreal quality, its mysterious aura accentuated by the shifting shadows and the distant, echoing whispers of forgotten inhabitants. As we ventured deeper into its labyrinthine pathways, the ancient structures revealed a haunting beauty, their once-grand architecture now marred by the relentless embrace of the underwater world. The play of refracted light through the murky depths cast an eerie glow on the remnants of a forgotten civilization, evoking a sense of melancholic grandeur.
Every step we took resonated with a faint echo, as if the very walls of the submerged city were whispering secrets long buried beneath layers of history. The silence was tangible, broken only by the distant creaking of corroded metal and the faint reverberations of distant currents. The atmosphere was heavy with an intangible tension, as if the city itself held its breath, awaiting an inevitable revelation.