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I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Transcendent awakening, Eternal Night is coming. Pei Jinye transmigrated into a Federation-controlled world as an ordinary high school student, starting off destitute and with a gloomy future. Luckily, he could pick up Attribute Light Groups and synthesize Transcendents. 【Spirit·Blood Spear】: Transform spiritual power into a spear, capable of Devouring the opponent's memories and stripping away their Transcendent! 【Body·King Kong】: Blood energy flourishing, King Kong with Furious Eyes, an invincible Physical Body! 【Power·Savage Mountain】: Unmatched stamina, a force that could swallow ten thousand miles! …… In the Year 404 of the Star Calendar, the divinations were extremely ominous. That year in the Eastern Continent, divine prophecies descended, and disciples of the old gods walked the earth. In the Western Continent, a vile flame shot into the sky, and a Taoist set off with his Golden Lotus. Swordsmen from the North Continent threw down the gauntlet, aiming to be the best in the world. Priests from the Southern Continent, in the name of the new gods, hunted the disciples of the old gods. And Central State became the central battlefield, embroiled in chaos, too preoccupied with internal strife to care for anything else. It was also this year that Pei Jinye agonized over whether he should infiltrate the Federation as a disciple of the old gods or hunt down the disciples of the old gods as a Federation enforcer... "How did everyone end up being my people in the end?"

Old Seal KK · Ciencia y ficción
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[573] The God of Techniques, Pei Jinye (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)_1

Within the Liyue Sword Sect.

Sima Yingjun exhaled deeply.

After practicing the "Drawing Blood Art", then cultivating the Sword Cultivation Skill, he clearly felt the previously exhausting sensation disappear.

He had never found cultivation boring.

He even thought cultivation was quite interesting.

The feeling of gaining something new every day was very fulfilling.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Sima Yingjun, seeing Sima Manli with a needle and thread, walked over and found a chair to sit on.

"I'm making peace and blessings for you all," Sima Manli said. She suddenly slapped away Sima Yingjun's hand that was stretching toward the table, "I'm still working on yours."

"Can't I even take a look?" Sima Yingjun complained, pouting.

Sima Manli wouldn't agree to anything.

All of a sudden, Sima Yingjun said, "Sister, is this one for the Teacher? I was just thinking it looks nicer."