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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 359: Nowadays, everyone is considered equal, so it's fair for me to spar with a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Worldly matters are like fleeting clouds, vanishing in an instant.

Time can erode everything, and even the deepest marks struggle to withstand its ravages.

"Congratulations to Qi Yuan for defending his title as the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament!"

The clear voice rang out, and Qi Yuan looked calmly at the ninety-year-old elder lying on the ground before him.

"Young man, not bad, stronger than last year!"

The old man revealed a helpless smile, "Ah, I've lost again."

"It's alright, you've lost with honor. Aren't you the runner-up?" Qi Yuan, ever respectful of the elderly, comforted the old man.

"What's the use of being runner-up when there are only two competitors?" the old man complained discontentedly, "How has this Martial Arts Tournament... not gone bankrupt yet, it's really quite strange."

The old man said this as he glanced over the arena.

Hmm, the arena was large but somewhat rundown.