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The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

My name is Qi Yuan, and I am a time traveler who now holds the esteemed title of the eldest martial brother at Seven Colours Peak. I am armed with a game jade slip capable of connecting realms across the heavens, and blessed with the ability to unveil hidden information through my discerning eyes. [A seemingly ordinary blade of grass reveals secrets of a clandestine meeting between True Man Ku Mu and Empress Dashang that transpired just three days prior.] [Her name is Ruan Yixi, who appears to be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may have a deeper connection, perhaps she is even your wife.] [This is Heavenly Dao of the World, a Spiritual Object renowned for its significance in Foundation Establishment] [This is a lifeless planet, a potential vessel for the creation of a Golden Elixir]. So my road of cultivation turns gradually strange. "Heavenly Dao? A Spiritual Object for Foundation Establishment?" "So many desolate planets, all refined into Golden Elixir!" The Heavenly Dao is used as the foundation and refining stars into Golden Elixir. I am Qi Yuan, I become the origin of all things. My name is Jiang Lingsu, a fellow disciple at Seven Colours Peak. My Senior Brother is mentally ill. He is never focused on work. Nor does he like cultivation. He only loves simulation games. Senior Brother says, "Playing games is like cultivation. It can also create a world." One day, there is one more sun in the sky. I ask him what it is, he says, "That is my Golden Elixir!" This book is also titled 'Cultivation: The Jade Slip's Universe' and 'The Golden Elixir I Cultivated is a Planet,'

Walking Crane · Eastern
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Chapter 115 Fate Stone Tablet_3

None of Zitian Xuan Nu's male consorts have lived past a hundred.

There is only two hours left before he reaches his centenary, and he doesn't want to be caught in the same curse!

The eleven Supreme Ones glanced at each other, eventually deciding to act together.

"Kill him!"

"After that strike just now, he must've exhausted himself; we can just drain them dry!"

Qi Yuan stared calmly at these eleven Supremes, "Do you guys even count as Supreme Ones without awakening your Divine Skills?

Nothing but... mere super soldiers!"

Qi Yuan had known for a long time that monks at level 120 or above who had realized their origin in the world did not have Divine Skills.

Such Supreme Ones weren't even equivalent to the old man in the Absolute Land.

"Take my sword!"

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand; the blood clouds in the sky condensed into eleven swords, falling and landing behind him.

These eleven bloody longswords emanated a terrorizing aura.

Murder, arrogance, greed, lust...