Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Next Phase
Distance in space is absurdly great that using regular measuring means is pretty useless. And the best way to calculate great distance is light-years. And from where Zhang Tian was, to where hi subordinates were, even lightyears were not enough to calculate the distance.
Yet, he was still able to send commands in real-time to his subordinates, all using one single item, and it was one of the rarest treasures in the world.
A Space Owl Breath.
It was a single-use item, that can be used to send commands from any part of the world to another, and can be used to send private messages, or straight up hollering words throughout the galaxy for everyone to hear.
Most didn't use this item due to how rare it is, but Zhang Tian had several of them laying next to him, uncaring if they were to break after sending a single word asking about his friend.
"What's the situation?" asked Zhang Tian through one of the Space Owl Breaths he owned.