The Desolate Era

Fate had never been kind to Ji Ning. Wracked by illnesses and infirm his entire life on Earth, Ning knew early on that he would die as a teenager. What he didn’t know was that there really was such a thing as life after death, and that the universe was a far larger place than he thought. A lucky twist of fate (one of the few in Ning’s life) meant that Ning was reborn into a world of Immortals and monsters, of Ki Refiners and powerful Fiendgods, a world where Dynasties lasted for millions of years. A world which is both greater…and yet also smaller…than he ever could imagine. He would have the opportunity to join them, and in this life, Ning swore to himself, he would never let himself be weak again! The Era he was born into was a Desolate one, but Ning would make it his era.

I Eat Tomatoes · Oriental

Pas assez d’évaluations

1450 Chs

Immortal Diancais Guidance

There was no one within the hall, only the black-haired, black-robed Immortal Diancai. The Immortal was seated in the lotus position atop his jade bed. Ning stepped into the room, then immediately bowed with respect. "Master."

Immortal Diancai nodded slightly. He looked at Ning, a hint of amusement visible on his face. "Ji Ning, I heard that yesterday, you defeated two of your senior apprentice-brothers?"

"Yes," Ning said. "Only, I'm afraid my fellow disciples won't let the matter rest. Today, they will probably come challenge me again. Thus, I have come to you, Master, in the hope that you can provide me with some guidance."

"Mm. At least you are grounded. You didn't grow arrogant just because you defeated two Zifu Disciples." Immortal Diancai nodded. "Everyone who has been accepted to the Black-White College is a supreme genius. The third generation is primarily divided into Zifu Disciples and Wanxiang Adepts." Ning listened carefully.

PREV INDEX Next