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Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives

# decisive Shen Ran transmigrates to a fantasy world and becomes a disciple of the Empyrean Sword Sect. Problem is, everything about him is ordinary— ordinary talent, ordinary temperament, ordinary life… In this cruel world where cultivation talent determines how far one could go, this means that Shen Ran's future can be seen at a glance. Banished to the servant quarters as a servant disciple, his daily grind is to attend to mundane chores which will go on until he dies of old age a hundred years later. Then he comes across a narrative modification system which makes it possible to rewrite entire lives! An avid reader of online novels in his previous life, Shen Ran relishes the chance to read the narratives of everyone and everything and alter them. The narratives modified by him will become reality! This is the story of how he transforms his ordinary life by editing his narrative and going on to cultivate the Dao, handle calamities, and rule the ages. And he is limited only by his imagination!

Brother Mahua · Eastern
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200 Chs

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Shen Ran did not break through to a higher realm this time,

However, he completely absorbed the medicinal power of the Chaos Divine Fruit.

His current physical strength was comparable to that of a primordial ferocious beast!!!

If he encountered that ferocious ape in the Grand Myriad Mountains again that he saw yesterday before breaking through to the Illumination Realm, the outcome would have been different.

He would kill it immediately with his powerful physical strength!!

His current physical power was now comparable to a True Dragon!!

It could be said that no one below the Illumination Realm could withstand a punch from him now!

More importantly, in addition to his physical strength, his divine sense had also increased significantly.

As he spread out his divine sense, the entire Eighth Summit seemed to be under his control.

The breath of every grass and every tree.

The cool breeze. The circulation of air.