In an apocalyptic world Leonardo and Marco, a pair of twins, will have to struggle in order to survive and while Marco is considered a genius with a SS level power, Leonardo is just a trash with a F level power. 
After being split they will take different paths and they will follow their own ideas and ideals in a journey full of enemies, adversities and obstacles. 

Which side will you choose? 
The righteous Marco? 
Or 
The revolutionary Leonardo? 



Author thoughts: I plan on creating a story where the readers are able to immerse themselves in Marco or Leonardo. I will put all my efforts in character building 




Ps: As the author, I will read the comments and, if someone shares an interesting idea, I will make adjustments to realize that idea and to create an enjoyable story for everyone. Because I have the power to make that happen, ahahaha!

English is not my first language, please have mercy on me
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Update 13 September: while I was writing I discovered many plotholes so I deleted all the chapters published and they are currently under revision. Ahhhh and I am creating a plan to follow and not just "write what you like". I hope you will all understand... probably no one considering that no one read my story ahaha

Luna's POV

Lucas went to his work again and Lewis went to his school meanwhile I'm here alone in the garden watching the butterflies work.


"Young miss, Mr.Lucas is going home late today and Little master Lewis is going home early because they only have half a day of class." Kindred reported. 


"Oh, then we should do something productive today." I said and got up my seat. 


"What would you like to do, young miss?" Kindred asked still looking in the ground.


"Kindred! from now on, You will look up to me when talking. You will also consider yourself as my equal, afterall by the law we are sisters." I said and started to walk to go inside the mansion. 

Kindred was dumbfounded but I am too embarrassed to face her so I just continued walking


When I got up my room I immediately changed to a pale lavender dress and wore a light make up.


I called for kindred and she immediately came to me. 


"Kindred, am I on bad terms on all of Lucas's family members?" I secretly asked her. 


"Well, not exactly missy, Although madame Elizabeth (Lucas's mom) is angry at you they do not hate you. In fact no one dared to hate you because you are Mr.Ashford's wife. It is just that They favor Ms.Gizel Qin more than you. That Gizel looks pitiful maybe that is why they always take her side." Kindred said with a trace of anger in her voice. 


"Hmm, That's just it? How can I retaliate then? I need to create bonds with someone somehow or I'll just be bullied forever." I whined 


"Don't worry missy, I remember Madame Marrionette, The grandma of Mr.Lucas likes you very much. She is the one who proposed to marry you with Mr.Lucas! She will like you! And she would be your ally!" She excitedly said. 

"Let's go there then!" I said and took my bag


Kindred immediately prepared the car and started driving. 


"Oh, Let's go later I have to go buy gifts first." I said

-Coven Cake shop-

I saw this small cake shop before, despite being small they sold the most delicious cake shop in the world I think this is something that everybody can enjoy. 

I bought one round cake and a small cake for 1 person so Lewis can eat it later when we meet. 

I also decided to buy so tea to make tea for Madame Marrionette. 

Before I knew it, it is almost time for Lewis to go out of school so I decided to go back to my car and pick him up to meet his great grandmother but I suddenly felt dizzy luckily I held into something before falling down. 

Kindred helped me sit down to the cake shop to rest for a while
 

I asked kindred to pick up Lucas and I waited in the cake shop since it wasn't too far. 


As I was waiting in the cake shop I heard an interesting conversation. It seems like they did not notice that I am here because it is almost time to close the cake shop and I am the only one left inside. 


"Master, If only you did not offend the Gardners you would've been successful by now. Why did you chose to offend  them?" The little girl asked. 

The little girl seemed to be only 15 years old. 


"How can I forgive the Gardners? They took my family's bussiness away and even killed my bestfriend Selene. Even if I had to live through hell. I would never forgive them." The familiar woman said. 


"You just teached that Selene woman how to make a cake but they made your life miserable. I think it is not worth to hold on to someone who is already dead, Master." The little girl said again


I froze as I see the person speaking. It was my bestfriend Aria. She is my only bestfriend when I was Selene. I cannot believe that Liam could be so ruthless and even involve Miss Aria to my problem with him. 


It seems like he won't be satisfied unless he killed all the people who are connected to me. 


"Miss, Are you alright?" The little girl asked worriedly. 


"You look pale." She said and handed a glass of water for me. 


"Sorry.  I just feel unwell." I said awkwardly.


"Please, Take a rest here for a while." The girl said and left the glass of water to my table.


"Can I please talk to your Master?" I asked. She immediately asked for her master and Aria immediately came to me. 


"May I help you with something?" She asked with a smile.

"Certainly." I answered plainly. 

It's been a while since I last saw her smile. I did not expect to see her smile again. but this time she is pretending.


"I came to talk to you about Selene."I said while looking serious at her. 

She suddenly froze as if a million bullets hit her at once. 


"How did you know about Selene?!" She annoyedly asked. 

She looked at me with murderous eyes. As if she is a warrior ready to kill someone. 


"I owe her something and I am going to fulfill her last request. I am also a friend of her. She told me to look for you because you can help me." I said and calmly drinked my water.


"I don't trust you. Please leave now!" She aggressively said and point in the door telling me to leave.


"Butterfly Magician." When I said those words she suddenly froze as if a million of emotions is flooding for the both of us. 


Butterfly magician is the nickname I gave her. Only the both of us know it. Wether she will accept me again depends if she remembers our promise. 


"Young miss!!" Kindred shouted from a distance. 


I saw Lewis and Kindred together in a distance so I decided to get up to go to them.


"If you would like to trust me and join me fulfilling Selene's wish. Feel free to contact me." I said and left my bussiness card to the table.

Being married because of beauty, the ending is betrayal.

Ye Mo interrupted Niu Runan and asked "Why did these two gang up on you? Did you get some top treasure?"
 
Hearing this, Niu Runan hesitated before saying "It's not mine, it's young mistress's lightning sound ages fruit…"
 
She felt Ye Mo was a good person and he just saved her life. He didn't know her and dared to let her own him god crystals so she said it. But then she immediately regreted, who knew if Ye Mo would fight for such dao fruit.
 
"What, Ages Fruit?" Ye Mo exclaimed in shock. From the jade slip he bought at the market place, he knew what the ages fruit was.
 
Even Ye Mo would dream to get such dao fruit. He didn't expect Niu Runan was hunted for this. Ye Mo's heart heated up. If he could get the fruit and learn time law or just a sliver, it would be a huge increase to his power. 
 
Seeing Ye Mo's shocked tone, Niu Runan's heart sunk. She felt she shouldn't have said this but then she thought, even if she didn't say it, there would be a reason two immortal emperor tertiary stage were hunting her. Ye Mo could guess she got something good.
 
Thinking about this, Niu Runan quickly said "This time dao fruit isn't mine. It's young mistress's. after she grabbed the fruit, she gave it to me and helped stall the people hunting me…"
 
"Wait…" Ye Mo interrupted her, "You're saying she gave you the fruit and stayed to stop the others from robbing the fruit.
 
Niu Runan didn't really want to show the fruit to Ye Mo and answered "Yes but this dao fruit isn't mine. If it's mine, I'm willing to give it to you to thank you for saving my life."
 
Ye Mo smiled "Time dao fruit is very precious I want it indeed but I wouldn't rob yours. Don't worry. I just feel this thing is about strange. It's not that I'm looking down on her but she's indeed not so much a good person.
 
Hearing this, Niu Runan's face became uneasy. If it wasn't that she owed Ye Mo and he saved her, she would get angry.
 
Seeing her face Ye Mo said "Since she gave the dao fruit to you, she would catch up on time. However, you were gained up on by two immortal emperor tertiary stages. Other than me, no one came. Even now I don't see your young mistress. Dao friend Runan, don't tell me you didn't send a message yet or that young mistress doesn't know how to find you. I won't believe this."
 
Niu Runan's face changed. Things were really as Ye Mo said. She sent messages but the young mistress still hasn't come to help her. If it wasn't for Ye Mo, she would've been long dead.
 
"She's helping me cut the chase. She's stopping all those who want to chase for the fruit or she would be here already." Niu Runan said with low confidence.
 
Ye Mo sneered "Everyon saw her throw the dao fruit to you right? Since they saw it, would they stop her? Those two hunted you were a good example. Do you think she would waste time there having meaningless battle? if I was her, I would come back you up immediately but in reality, she didn't come right?"
 
Niu Runan's face was bad and she didn't talk. Ye Mo added "Let's imagine this. if the young mistress gave you the time dao fruit, she would chase up to you immediately. Other people knows the dao fruit isn't on her so they wouldn't waste time with her. She didn't come over so this means she probably didn't give you the time dao fruit. If she really didn't give it to you, then she wouldn't be coming to find you but get as far away from you as possible."
 
Niu Runan's face was getting pale. Since young mistress didn't come to back her up immediately, it meant that she probably has a fake dao fruit.
 
Since she was given the fake box, there was only one reason. She was used as the decoy scapegoat. Niu Runan's face was more and more pale. She didn't dare to keep thinking. She had been with the young mistress for all these years. She had been very loyal. If she was just completely used, she wouldn't be able to accept this fact.
 
Before Ye Mo said anything, she took out the jade box and opened it. There was a god crystals laying inside, no lightning sound ages fruit.
 
Although he knew what he said was probably, Ye Mo was still disappointed when he saw the box was fake. He really wanted to see the ages fruit.
 
Niu Runan's face was pale. Her face was extremely dejected. If the young mistress was in trouble and her life was needed, she wouldn't hesitate at all. But being used as a bait and sacrifice like this, she was just sad and disappointed.
 
Just when Ye Mo was thinking about how to leave Niu Runan, Niu Runan suddenly said "Since I was very young, my mother left me. The Heng god corner took me in and raised me up. I've been with the young mistress since then and she never mistreated me. she even gave me a spot into the mountain. If it wasn't for her, I would've long been dead.
 
Ye Mo thanks for saving me. if it wasn't for you, I would be dead today. My life is pretty much returned to the young mistress. I don't owe the Heng god corner anymore. I owe you a life…"
 
Ye Mo quickly interrupted her "Don't take these small things to heart. I'm going good bye."
 
"Wait…" Niu Runan stopped Ye Mo.
 
Niu Runan took out a jade slip and gave it to Ye Mo "These are the places with the best dao fruits and materials in the mountain. You might not know since you have never been here. You can have this."
 
Seeing Ye Mo take the jade slip, Niu Runan said goodbye and left.
 
Ye Mo scanned the jade slip. The information was a bit obscure but had an approximate location. Shanyun cliff. There's often source abstruse silk appearing there. It's a material that could be used to time law magic artefact.
 
It's also said that there's a seven star extreme well there. This is a well that can refine the body. It can also fuse body refinement god art.
 
Cheng Zheng lake, there's frequent discovery of Qing Tao Qi Lan there. It's a top herb that can be used to concoct dao moulding pills.
 
…
 
The jade slip even marked out some routes where time whirlpools appeared.
 
Ye Mo put the jade slip and was very grateful to Niu Runan. She helped him quite a bit. The mountain was boundless and spirit sense was limited. God art was also suppressed. If Niu Runan didn't tell him, even if he searched for a year he might not find these places. If he accidentally went into time whirlpools, he might die.
 
These God Necropolis Domain powers indeed had their own ways.
 
The first place Ye Mo chose to go was Muhua Floating valley. The seven star extreme well was very important to him. He was now immortal god body peak. Ye Mo felt annoyed he couldn't break through to divine body.
 
To him, break through to divine body was important but more importantly it was learning god arts. He had quite some god arts but didn't have a great god art nor a body refinement god art.
 
His body refinement is purely defense. If he could learn a body refinement god art, his power would increase many times.
 
As Ye Mo walked, his spirit sense carefully scanned out. He had to be careful of time whirlpools.
 
Six blueish green herbs appeared in Ye Mo's spirit sense. Ye Mo immediately recognized this was red cloud god herb. it was a spirit eye type god herb. it couldn't be found in the immortal realm. If there was an immortal cultivating spirit eye god art, this herb would be invaluable.


When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself.
Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is.
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**
Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week

Introduction

Hello there! Your official Wattpad tragedy writer. I am new here!
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July 1, Wednesday at 9:30 PM,

Park Jimin's arts showcasing in the 'Saint Xavier' art exhibition at MCNA Seoul.

Like every other young artist he's so nervous but also so much excited. His dream is coming true. No, not his dream. Someone else's dream which he just fulfilled. Someone else's dream was to see him success. It's not only his success, it's also someone's success, he knew very well. He knew that person like ages. He always felt a bond, a beautiful yet strong bond with that person. He's someone so cute, so lovely to him. Someone so much special to him.

"Hi mr. Park, how are you?" asks the Reporter 1.

"I am fine and thank you." Park Jimin.

"How do you feel about being so well-known artist in such a young age?" Reporter 1 asks.

"It's so hardworking and to be honest, it's so fun. I found my passion through it. And I want to go the way that my heart lead me to. Because a person's true self always comes out to the world through their passion." Park Jimin.

"That's great. We heard that you recently signed for a new art execution in Paris." Reporter 2 asks.

"Yes, I did." Park Jimin.

"How are you feeling about your future art execution in Paris?" Reporter 1.

"It's so exciting!" Jimin claps his hands together like a teenager that makes the reporters giggles.

"Tell us something about your inspirations. I mean Who' or 'what' inspired you to walk into this world?" Reporter 2 asks Jimin.

Reporter's words brings a lovely smile on his lips that makes his eyes almost disappear.
"There's a beautiful story hidden behind this question."

"And we will love to listen that 'beautiful story'!" the reporters pleaded.

Jimin looks throughout the window.




















































































"When I was in my 2nd year of my new college..... "

Ages of Man

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According to Greek mythology, humankind passed through a number of eras that were characterised by specific events, and were known in ancient Greece as the Ages of Man. Hesiod, a famous ancient Greek poet, recognised five ages, while Ovid, a Roman poet, believed there were four.

According to Hesiod, the five ages of man were:

- The Golden Age. During the Golden Age of Man, the ruler of gods and men was the Titan Cronus. Mankind lived harmoniously among the gods and interacted with them. There was an abundance of food that nature provided, and humans did not need to work; so, they were able to live to a very old age, and when they died, it happened harmoniously and peacefully.

- The Silver Age. Starting from the Silver Age until the time of Hesiod, it was believed that Zeus was the god of gods and ruler of the universe. Men would live as children for a hundred years, supported by their mothers, while as adults, they lived for a very short time as they regularly clashed with each other. They did not pay tributes to the gods, for which reason Zeus killed all of them.

- The Bronze Age. During this period, men were tough, trained, and warlike. They used bronze to create their weapons and dwellings, and eventually destroyed each other in wars. The end of this era was marked by the great flood of Deucalion.

- The Heroic Age. After three eras of the mankind deteriorating in spirit, the Heroic Age was an improvement to the Bronze Age. This was the time that heroes and demigods lived, great fighters whose deeds would be sung for centuries to come.

- The Iron Age. Hesiod believed he and his contemporaries were in the Iron Age, an age of desolation, destruction and pain. Humans would fight against each other and would only care of themselves. Because of lack of shame and indignation, humankind would destroy itself, and the gods would abandon them.

According to Ovid, only four ages existed, and he completely disregarded the Heroic Age. During the Golden Age, men were unable to travel far and could not explore the whole world. During the Silver Age, Jupiter (the Roman equivalent of Zeus) offered the seasonal change, as well as the art of agriculture to men. For Ovid, the Bronze Age was also marked by warfare, while in the Iron Age, men were not only warlike, but also impious, and disloyal.


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Pandora was the first human woman in Greek mythology. She was created by the gods Hephaestus and Athena, following the instructions of Zeus, who wanted to punish Prometheus for stealing the fire from the gods to give it to humans.

After Prometheus stole the fire and humans gratefully accepted the gift, Zeus decided to give humans a gift that would balance their acquisition of fire. He asked Hephaestus to create the first woman, who would be endowed with numerous seducing gifts that would plague humanity from then on. Athena dressed Pandora in a beautiful silvery gown, a veil and a crown, and taught her weaving. Other gods also contributed to Pandora's creation, by endowing her with such gifts as deceitful nature and a speech of lies.

However, the natural gifts of Pandora were not the problem for humanity. The gods also offered her a jar that held within numerous evils, diseases and other pains. With the jar in hand, Pandora was given to Epimetheus, Prometheus' brother, who accepted the divine gift despite his brother's warnings. One day, out of curiosity and not of malice, Pandora opened the lid of the jar, releasing all evils into the world. Shocked by what had happened, she quickly tried to put the lid back, only managing to trap Hope in it. This is how the ancient Greeks believed there was evil in the world.

The event of releasing the evils into the world marks the end of the so-called Golden Age of Man in the world, and the beginning of the Silver Age.

See Also: Hephaestus, Athena, Zeus, Prometheus, Epimetheus, Ages of Man

Pandora Is also called Anesidora.

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Flora really didn't like sitting around waiting to board the plane. She was cranky because it was past her bedtime once they made it through security. Ash ended up buying her a juice box and a coloring book from the little variety shop near their gate to pacify her. 
She colored to her heart's content on her stomach in front of where he sat until she passed out on top of her artwork. Ruby couldn't help but laugh as she bent down and saw a few flakes of crayon wax on her cheek. 
"I suppose your sleep schedule will be changing to match hers once we get back," Ash said with a sigh. "I'll hardly see you that way."
"Yeah…sorry about that. She always wakes up at the crack of dawn like a rooster. We could try to work out some sort of system but I don't know how effective that would be," Ruby admitted. 
Their old schedule of him sleeping 6 AM to 3 PM and her sleeping midnight to 9 AM wouldn't work with a baby fairy who was awake from roughly 6 AM to 7 PM with a couple of naps scattered throughout the day. She supposed Ash could stick to that schedule while she woke up when Flora did and went to bed a few hours later. 
She ended up telling him her idea and he nodded. "That could work. We could swap out who gets the bed as soon as she wakes you up."
Ruby had been taking care of Flora for the past week and a half or so but she had no idea how to actually parent a child. Of course she had to do it—she wouldn't leave her only remaining family to fend for herself—but there was an awful lot she would have to learn. 
The one thing she did know how to do was help a fairy cultivate its powers because she had been through that herself. Flora would do well helping her in the garden but she wondered if she should try and take over the nursery as well. 
Had anything happened to it since Flint and Lily's deaths? Were the human employees still running it without bosses around or had they abandoned it? 
She still hadn't told Flora the truth about her parents. Going to the nursery would surely make her ask where they were. It might be better to avoid it. Ruby would have to tell her eventually but she wanted to put it off as long as she could. 
Avoiding unnecessary reminders would be best but she should stop by the Gardners' house at some point to pick up clothes, toys, and any unperishable food lying around. No point in letting those things go to waste. 
If they truly were going to stay at Ash's castle for any length of time they would need a lot more of those electricity devices she had been on her way to pick up when she had to dash out to save Flora. She wanted the baby to be surrounded by normal things as much as possible. 
"Before I forget," Ash said, breaking through her thoughts. "I have your phone." 
He held it out and Ruby took it from him in surprise. "Where did you get this?"
"Blair told us your last known location and the werewolves found it by tracking the faint scent from in the hair tie you used in my braid. I held onto it with the intention of giving it back to you."
"Thank you." She put the phone into the pocket of her shorts before narrowing her eyes at him, an earlier question coming back to her. "Why are you still wearing that anyway?"
Ash shrugged. "I thought it was funny that you played with my hair when I was asleep so I left it alone."
He was a lot more sentimental than he let on, wasn't he? Ruby smiled and shook her head. "What can I say? You have beautiful hair and it was right in front of me so I couldn't resist the urge to braid."
He laughed. "Is that so? I didn't realize that was a valid excuse; I'll have to use it later."
"Huh?"
Ash reached out and pinched her cheeks. "You have such round cheeks and they're right in front of me so I couldn't resist the urge to pinch either."
Ruby scowled and rubbed the spots where he pinched. It hadn't hurt but it wasn't the most comfortable thing on the planet. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
He didn't get the chance to respond because it was time for them to board. Ash picked up Flora and let her rest against his shoulder while Ruby took care of the coloring book and crayons. They headed to the gate right away because he had bought first class tickets, being mindful of his fairy companions' wings needing the extra space. 
Unfortunately, there weren't any direct flights into the airport closest to the castle so they had to fly into San Francisco first. They were in for a long night but with any luck Flora would stay asleep. 
Every time Ruby got on a plane it was the same story: she couldn't get comfortable no matter how hard she tried. Her wings always somehow got squished, even with the seat dividers up. Flora was small enough that hers managed to fit in the allotted space. Lucky her. 
"I need to go see Blair as soon as we get back," she sighed. 
Ash raised an eyebrow at her. "What for?"
"To make your castle habitable for Flora. I'm used to roughing it but she's not; she was born in a human-style house and has lived in one her entire life. We need more electricity. Besides, I promised her I'd see her as soon as I got out of there anyway."
He frowned. "You assumed you would get out of there unassisted?"
"Yes…after a hundred years. I had a tiny bit of bargaining power so I got Dorian to agree to keep us safe and allow me to raise Flora normally for the time being with a blood contract. If I actually had died back there, he would have too," Ruby confessed. "I may have gotten a bit carried away talking back on the night you rescued us and that's why he went a bit too far that time."

Ruby Gardner, a fairy on the run, finds herself trapped in a vampire's castle. Ash Mayhew is mysterious and confusing but the two of them strike a deal where she helps him in exchange for keeping her safe for a little while. She never would have dreamed exactly how much that deal would entail...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

"This is Torch Flamel, he was too strong for the war games, but since you performed so well he will be your opponent," said the co headmaster Noctis

"Then why was Arthur there!," I asked.

"Flamel is much stronger than him by a lot...," sang Noctis

We began all filing into the forest.

"As you all know final exams is upon us!, so let's get started!," said Noctis.

"Sorin you first," he went on.

"You ready kid?," asked a voice from the center of the forest.

|Lightning Cloak| 
|Sacred Armor|


The mana like armor enveloped me and the runes shined brighter than ever as the lightning gave it a blue glow. 


I had finally learned how to use Sacred Armor after getting my sword skill up but I was far from having this one in the bag, my opponents mana immense!
Now it was time to see what he's packing.

"I'll take it easy on you don't worry," said Flamel.

|Divine Eyes|


A rank
Torch Flamel:Lv250
Maximum Mana:1Million/1Million
Maximum Stamina:1Million/1Million


X rank
|Time force| Lets you slow down the time of your enemy by five percent every minute they engage in combat with you.
Time Blast-Stops anything in its tracks for five seconds. Makes your opponent feel like they've been fighting for longer than they have, sapping their stamina by ten percent.
Intervention-Lets you stop time for one minute, it has a five minute cool down.
Secret Art:
Time Clone-A future version of you comes through a portal from the future to block one attack or if it can't block it then it will hold it off while you get out of dangers way to safety then they disappear.
Aging Beam-It ages anything to death, although it takes one minute of being hit with it to do so.
Lost Art:
Time Travel-Lets you go either forward or back in time to any specific moment. It has a one week recharge timer after each use of it.

X rank
|Dragon Flame|
Shot-A jet shot of fire that goes medium distance.
Blow-Any kind of blow but covered in flame.
Inferno-A sea of flames covering the land in all directions at once.
Secret Art:
Starshot-A mini sun that is just as hot as the real one.
Firenado-A Tornado but it is made of fire.
Lost Art:
Breath-An attack that comes from the mouth like a dragon.
[Maroon colored fire]


"Those eyes!," snarled Torch.

"What are you doing with those eyes!," he asked. 


|Time Blast|

"Uh!," I gasped blocking with my own attack then drawing my sword.

|Lightning Ball|

The two attacks crashed together and my attack ended up winning but it went towards him so slowed down that it had no chance of hitting.

"Answer me!," he called.

I put him in an illusion to make him think it was just a figment of his imagination and that he was just having a flashback but to my surprise...

"Ahhhgh get out of my head, I know your a true user of those eyes it's no use. Answer my question dammit," he roared.

"The eyes that took everything from me!," he went on.

"Time to end this," I thought before he drew to much attention.

"You'll have to beat an answer out of me!," I called to him.

|Lightning Arrows|

"Take this!," I yelled hurling Lightning Arrows at him like there was no tomorrow. Drawing them with the tip of my sword and blasting him from afar...

|Time Blast x10|
|Dragon Flame:Starshot|


"Take what!," he responded as he slowed my lightning arrows down from reaching him and he used a medium ball of maroon flame to blast through them.

"No way...," I went as I charged up an attack to meet his.

|Enhanced Lightning Ball|

I cancelled out his attack with my own and a huge mushroom cloud went up. His time magic was strong, it's enough to make my attacks look slow and I'm the fastest in this generation. I'll have to blitz him.

|Divine Eyes:Mindsight|

"He's open!," I whispered. 

|Quantum Leap| 
|Lightning Javelin|


*Ting!!!*


My lightning javelin was met with resistance when I appeared from behind him I looked up to see another second version of him!!!!!

|Time Clone|

It was time to stop playing around...

|Quantum Leap:Blitz Mode|
|Lightning Slash|

I got in every cut I could get as I teleported through his defenses slicing him up as I went. 

The lightning from the blade of echoes making him semi paralyzed was something I knew would give me the edge in going back in next time. I could keep Blitz Mode on for as long as I wanted now.

|Divine Eyes|
|Blade Typhoon|
|Inferno Of Blades|
|Tsunami Slice|
|Earth Blades|

I went through him using all four prime elements to shatter his defenses and make him wonder what was coming next.

"Aghhh!!!, Curse you!!!," he gargled through blood.

"First you take my home now my status as number two in the school!!! I'll have my revenge on your bloodline if it's the last thing I do!!!," he boomed.

He flew high into the air and charged up a ball of flame near his mouth with just his breath.


"What are you doing you'll kill him!!!," screamed Noctis.


"So be it," he rang out. 

|Dragon Flame:Breath| 

A maroon jet of flame erupted from his mouth and hit    Me and my Deflect head on.

|Deflect|


The attack went off planet as I put half of my mana into the Deflect, now to finish him before Blitz Mode ran out. 


|Echoes|

All the blows my sword gave him came at him again as though they missed hitting him. This should keep him busy for a second.

|Enhanced Lightning Javelins|


I teleported all around him placing the spells and then got a distance away and sent them at him as the echoes of my blows were finishing.

*Kaboom!!!*


With a weapon like this battle was much easier!

Usually at a lack for power, sorin awakens his true skills...

After we dock the Sea Rose at the CYC, we cross the road and walk up the hill a little way to Mac and Maggie's apartment. The sky is a tangle of grey clouds, hot pink at the edges. 'What a beautiful evening,' Maggie says in the dying light.
I look at her. 'I don't mean to be rude, but …'
'But how do I know the sky looks beautiful right now?'
'Is that a stupid question?'
'I have synesthesia,' Maggie says. 'It's where you see colours when you think of or hear sounds, words, numbers—even time.'
Mac chimes in. 'Cool, huh?'
'My sight degenerated when I was in my forties, and I was blind by fifty. But I still see colours that don't exist in the real world. I see space in colour, voices in colour.'
I think of my cries, creamy blue. The number one, pale yellow.
Wednesdays, blood orange. Maggie, velvet lilac.
'I see colours with all those things, too,' I say, and Maggie holds out her hand in the direction of my voice. I clasp it in mine.
Softly, she says, 'I knew we'd made a special friend.'
***
Maggie and Mac's apartment is like an art gallery. They have everything from Australian landscapes painted by First Nations Peoples, to prints of Matisse's dancers, modern minimalist works, and contemporary photographs of blackened glaciers. Sandstone sculptures of breasts and arched hips. Maggie explains that her parents were artists and that she'd been a curator in London.
'A very good one,' Mac adds.
She tells me how when Robynne disappeared, she flew to New Zealand to get Mac and bring him back to London with her.
'She saved my life,' Mac says.
'And then he saved mine,' says Maggie, describing the deep depression she'd fallen into when she started to lose her sight. Mac, by then living back in Australia and building the Sea Rose, had gone to London for Maggie, eventually bringing her out here to live with him. In their own way, they guided each other through grief, through the dark, back into colour.
Mac makes pasta while Maggie and I drink tea in the living room. Wafts of hot garlic fill the room. On the shelf behind Maggie are more books than I've ever seen in a home. Cascading over them are vines that hang from the ceiling. It's a library of words and flowers. And all along the windowsills are glass jars with succulents, their roots like tentacles in water flowerbeds.
Maggie says, 'Mac tells me you're an artist.'
I laugh. 'Kind of. I mean, I liked painting in school. And drawing. I wanted to study art, but I haven't painted myself in ages.'
'Do you know what makes an artist?' she asks. 'Or a work of art?' 
I shrug, then realise she can't see me shrug. 'Not really.'
'An artist is a person who can see the world from a different angle,' she says. 'So I think a piece of art is an object as complex and as multifaceted as reality.' She takes off her sunglasses. Her eyes are milky sky. 'Oli, tell me: which is your favourite?'
I look around the room, my eyes settling on a framed Yves Klein print.
'The blue monochrome,' I say.
'Why?'
'Because it's … I don't know. Because it's everything and nothing.' She laughs. 'It's my favourite too.' 
'Why?'
'Like you said, it's everything and nothing. Because no matter how brilliant and bold and present the blue is, it is always about absence, always about something unknown, something beyond you.'
'Exactly!' I say.
Mac calls out from the kitchen, 'Glad that made sense to you, Oli, because I've got no idea what she's talking about.'
Maggie chuckles, shakes her head.
'You know, I think being blind is a little like the monochrome. The absence of detail. People fear it. They fear going blind. But when you've lived with blindness for as long as I have, you realise there is still seeing, it's just seeing differently. In that way, being blind is an art.'
'You see the world from a different angle.'
Mac sticks his head out of the kitchen, and says, 'All I see when I look at it is the ocean.'
'I've never seen the ocean that blue before,' I say. Maggie smiles. 'You haven't been to the Coral Sea then.' I shake my head. 'Where's that?'
'Queensland,' she says. 'Mac takes Sea Rose up every winter. We do Hamilton Island and Magnetic Island race weeks. Though we're not really racing; we always come last.'
Mac interrupts to insist, 'This year will be different!'
'He says that every year. Really, we just go because we're old and, well, why the hell not?'
I stare into the monochrome and imagine diving into that blue. Being in it. 'I'd love to go one day.'
'Why don't you come with us?' says Maggie.
I open my mouth to speak. Hesitate.
'When are you leaving?' I ask.
'At the end of next week.'
'How long does it take to get there?'
'It's possible to do it in a week, but at the pace we go it tends to be more like three.'
'I start my internship in two weeks.'
Maggie frowns. 'I thought you weren't going to do it?'
Mac comes into the living room with two plates of pasta, hands one to each of us. 'I said she was considering not doing it.'
'Well,' Maggie says, 'the offer stands.' 
'I'll think about it,' I tell her.
'I hope you do. The Coral Sea is magic in winter.'

Meng Qi had already thought of an excuse on his way there. He only needed to take out the fly-whisk, placed it on his left shoulder, acting like he was ready for a ferocious fight with a group of men. Hearing that, he immediately revealed a smile and said, "No, no. The act of Qi Zhengyan has never happened through the primitive ages, and its form seems similar to that of the Earlier Saints from the Middle Ages, but this is different."
He did not indicate if he agreed or disagreed right away because he didn't know what Mister Luda and the Ice Fairy thought about this matter. If he made a stand hastily, it would likely increase the gap between them.
"Its form seems similar, but it's different?" Mister Luda guarded the lonely grave and focused on martial arts practice, so he did not consider the problem related to Southern Wasteland in depth before. He could only ask based on his impression of it; thus, he expressed his doubt again.
Meng Qi snuck a peek at Ye Yuqi, seeing that she directed her gaze which was as deep as pond water toward him and waited for a more detailed explanation. Hence, he pretended to ponder as he explained, "The Earlier Saints from the Middle Ages were those who taught everyone without any discrimination as they openly gave lectures in public. It was a noble thing to do, but they used martial arts to convey about Taoism. Therefore, their lectures were more toward their theories and pathways. For those who cultivated martial arts and above, mostly concentrated on the main points and the description of one's intrinsic qualities. With that, how much a listener could grasp or obtain, it all depended on oneself. However, everyone is different, and everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. All flowers of every kind are in bloom, so it is hard to tell who is better. There are many followers and scholars nowadays, and many martial arts emerged in such a way."
"Besides, the Earlier Saints allowed others to ask questions during lectures, and they were very generous in giving advice. However, time was limited, and there were a large number of students. Even if they were lucky to be advised, they would not be given pointers for all their problems. Thus, they needed lectures from other strong individuals by formally acknowledging someone as their master. Although the monopoly of sects and aristocratic families in martial arts teaching was broken, and their social status deteriorated, it did not affect their survival.
"But now what Qi Zhengyan is trying to do is to unify the basics of the martial arts by replacing it with his creation, the Peerless Divine Skill to cultivate every detail in depth. It can help to answer almost every problem faced and can popularize on a big scale in a short time. No child left behind is no longer an empty saying. For those who can pass the test, they can continue to cultivate. As a result, the monopoly of the martial arts will be broken again, but completely broken this time, especially without the presence of the small or medium-scale sects of the Peerless Divine Skill. The fundamentals of the Inheritance will be gone because no one will choose to let themselves suffer by mastering other normal martial arts other than the Peerless Divine Skill, and helplessly look at others getting stronger than them.
"In the Middle Ages, if it was not the big fight between the Tyrant and the Devil Buddha twice, then with the thriving of the equipment and weapons of the Palace of Mohism, and the generosity of the Earlier Saints, it would have developed up to this point as time went by."
"Therefore, the Zhongxia Sect is very terrified as this is considered a catastrophe to them."
Looking at Meng Qi speak with fervor and assurance, Mister Luda paid attention listening to him without interruption. After a careful consideration, eventually he forced a smile, "Listening to your description, I think it's a good thing as long as everyone constantly strives to become better. Then, everyone will stand a chance to become a fairy. However, most of my seniors and friends are taking it as the worst possible situation, causing others to sympathize and pity them. Things in this world are full of contradictions."
Ye Yuqi interrupted, "We all have the desire to be just and righteous, but also care for the feelings of our relatives and friends at the same time. So, what do you think we should do to have regard for both sides?
She was aware of Meng Qi's relationship with Qi Zhengyan, so she could guess his viewpoint. Therefore, it was better to ask for his suggestion right away.
"During the ancient times, human beings were not only served as food for the evil demons and as slaves for the Fairy Gods; there were also aristocrats who kept slaves. When the emperor rose and decided to abolish slavery, these aristocrats were very unhappy about it. Speaking of the initial dignity, and the present damage, caused others to be pitiful and sympathetic of them. But finally they chose to accept the reality and changed their methods, and eventually evolved into aristocrat families. Did they vanish completely due to this problem?" Meng Qi gave an example, "These Zhongxia Sects can follow the footsteps of the wise men, but the form of Inheritance of all these sects needs to be changed."
"How to make changes?" Ye Yuqi had been thinking about this problem for two years. 
Meng Qi contemplated briefly before he answered, "To be frank, if these Zhongxia Sects are lucky enough to obtain a Peerless Divine Skill, will they focus more on this Peerless Divine Skill or their initial martial arts skill as their Inheritance?"
"Without a doubt, they will certainly choose the Peerless Divine Skill as their Inheritance, but this will not change the status of the previous master," Ye Yuqi glanced at Mister Luda as she was voicing out her prediction.
Humans are born selfish. If the sects have the divine skills that could win over the previous martial arts skills, and for the sake of the sects' development and their self-development, will the successors lose the greater for the less?
Even if there are a few stubborn and conservative successors, but as time passes, they will be wiped out gradually.
"I agree with your statement," Meng Qi clapped his hands as he laughed out loud. "Please send someone to the Southern Wasteland to obtain this Peerless Divine Skill. I believe after Qi Zhengyan reviews the past actions, he will not reject most of them. In this case, others do not need to seek far and neglect what lies close at hand to forcibly make their way to the Southern Wasteland, which is thousands of miles away. At most, those who are not selected will hope for the last by taking the risk to the South, but overall, it will not affect the Inheritance of the sects."
"This…" Ye Yuqi moved her lips, feeling unimaginably queer with Meng Qi's suggestion. 
Does it work?
Does this mean that all the Big, Medium and Small Sects in the world will obtain the Peerless Divine Skill?
On the other hand, Mister Luda nodded gently, "To practice martial arts in the Southern Wasteland depends more on one's effort and the extremity of one's mind. Qi Zhengyuan has been openly passing on this skill and is not stingy in giving lectures. Hence, he will not reject the requirements of more sects who have a desire to learn. In this regard, the sects do not have to worry about disciples while those who are not selected will not lose hope because they can head to the Southern Wasteland. It will form a complementary situation."
Ye Yuqi revealed her expression as though she was absorbed in her thoughts as she was listening. She generalized and subconsciously ignored the fact that the Peerless Divine Skill created by Qi Zhengyan was open to the public.
After Mister Luda finished his words, he took a light breath, looking slightly uncertain when he said, "If that's the case, will it not be weird if every sect cultivates the same martial art skills?"
For sure it was weird because it had transformed from a sect into a real school by using the same teaching resources… Southern Wasteland Martial Arts League School… Meng Qi criticized silently, showing a wild boast manner in his words, "It's not weird. How is it weird? Although they are taught the same art, the teacher will be different and the advice will be different, therefore, the cultivation method will also be different, the patriarch whom they worship will also be different."
This also means that the Interest Classes and every Principal varied… the relative superiority and inferiority of the sects can be segregated based on the focus of the district, mansion, family, state, and country… Meng Qi was thinking with a clear mind.
"Does this mean to change the form of Inheritance of the sects?" Mister Luda asked abruptly after a moment of silence.
It was so straight to the point… Meng twisted his tongue secretly without losing his smile as he said, "Each sect can compete for disciples based on their assets and the good or bad teaching of the teachers in the future."
"How about our sects?" Ye Yuqi interrupted suddenly, "All the Zhongxia Sects are cultivating the Peerless Divine Skill. How about us? What is our strength?"
Meng Qi felt the urge to pull a strand of hair and turn it into a feather fan to sway it gently. He said with a smile, "Don't you think the way Qi Zhengyan promotes the martial arts is a bit of a malpractice? Not to mention the resources problem, to have an initial understanding is not a problem, but if you look into a higher level, it requires more different pointers. Certainly, it will not satisfy the method of standardized teaching, and in the end, it will return to the method of one master leading a small number of disciples. As for this aspect, top-notch influencers have accumulated their power for many years… also, you all have Dharmakaya as your support. Do you even have to worry about not having disciples?"
He nearly said words like an abundance of teaching resources.
"That's true," Ye Yuqi finally agreed to him. Up to now for cultivation, she felt that for martial arts and above, everyone was different in their way, imitating the seniors would only cause them to be stuck in the past. The act of the Southern Wasteland in passing on the martial arts openly was only suitable for gurus and below.
Seeing this, Meng Qi heaved a sigh of relief quietly, "Since returning from the Middle Ages, I feel like I became more like a martial art monk. To destroy the city at every turn, to affect the creatures, and to fight and kill are not desirable. It is better to avoid fighting and to reach a compromise if possible. I believe that Qi Zhengyan has the innocent heart of a child, thinking to benefit all beings, and have no other intentions. He accepted the Inheritance of the Devil's Claws reluctantly, and he is trying his best to keep it under full control."
It is time to take my stand after saying up to this point.
"This statement is good. It's better to have no feelings of anger and desire of killing for people who have achieved this realm like us," Mister Luda said gently. "I would like to listen to your description of the progress regarding the Southern Wasteland."
Ye Yuqi who was listening by the side had her eyes flickered for others were qualified to say fighting and killing were not good, but Su Meng could not say that because he had the most number of Dharmakaya at hand.
Meng Qi smiled as he listened, putting both his palms together on purpose, "Senior Lu is merciful, Sadhu, Sadhu! I will get in touch with the Palace of Mohism at the Cave of Thousand Nature, to fight for the opportunity to return to the heyday of the Middle Ages. Because only with this, the world can undertake many warriors in the future."
It could temporarily solve the conflict, as to whether it would intensify, or the Demonic Monarch would purposely start a fight, it would be a future problem. For now, the most important thing to do was to upgrade myself, achieving the level on par with the Tyrant that can pressure the world. Even if there is a war in the Southern Wasteland, I can control the situation, causing the righteous Dharmakaya and Senior Qi to sit down and negotiate with each other, eventually reaching a compromise.
I cannot compete overall arrangements, and scheme with Grand Wang Trickster and others, so the only thing I can compete with is the fist!
The most important thing is still my ability.
The Primitive Emperor at present age brings peace to the world!
Upon leaving Huamei Heights, Meng Qi continued to pay a visit to the Xi Jian Pavilion, Changle City, and other places to communicate with the righteous Dharmakaya one by one, trying his best to carry out his act of fooling.
The cottage behind the mountain at Huamei Heights.
Ye Yuqi fixed her gaze at Meng Qi's back as she saw him off. She furrowed her brows and said, "I feel something is not right with what he has just said."
"Let's see how it goes. See what Qi Zhengyan from the Southern Wasteland is able to set off," Mister Luda retracted his look and smiled as he shook his head.


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!



However, the difference was that Ye Xiwen's whole spirit had slipped into that space last time which made him unable to feel his real body's condition at all. But now he was able to simultaneously sense his original body that was on the outside. It was like having two souls existing simultaneously.
Ye Xiwen did not waste any time and immediately began to use soul sensing to control the special space to help him in practicing "Bright Jade Power". Immediately, a myriad of information swarmed his mind while his cultivation was breaking through repeatedly in the real world.
He felt overjoyed as it seemed like his guess was not wrong.
He stopped practicing and came out from inside that mysterious space. He put aside the practicing of "Bright Jade Power" as there was now an important thing that needed to be done - this was choosing a martial art technique. Without the knowledge of a martial art technique, a warrior simply couldn't regard himself as a true warrior.
Especially when fighting with enemies, not learning martial arts simply wouldn't do. The people who only had internal power and didn't practice martial arts could only end up being oppressed by other people.
The sky was already bright. Ye Xiwen tidied up and went to his parents' courtyard to have breakfast. This was a custom that was followed by the members of Ye family. Even if the three children of Ye family had already grown into adults and moved out. It was expected of them to have three meals a day at home, together with their parents.
When Ye Xiwen arrived home, his parents and elder siblings were already present there, waiting for him.
"You did not come last night to have dinner with us, where have you been?" Ye Kongming asked. He had the appearance of a solemn and dignified middle-aged man.
"This child went to practice!" Naturally, Ye Xiwen wouldn't dare to expose the matter about the mysterious space, "I want to share good news with you, father!" 
(NT: Ye Xiwen refers to himself as 'this child')
A strange look flashed through Ye Kongming's eyes as he asked: "Good news?"
"Yes, yes, tell us quickly, little brother. What is it?" Ye Xiwen's elder sister, Ye Ruxue, asked hastily. She was born with a baby-face although already over twenty years old, she looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old and seemed younger than Ye Xiwen.
The elder brother, Ye Feng, also got curious to hear what his little brother was going to tell and turned to look toward Ye Xiwen. Ye Feng's facial features strikingly resembled that of Ye Kongming, to the extent that he appeared like a younger version of Ye Kongming. Clothed in magnificent white garments, Ye Feng looked incomparably natural and unrestrained.
The three siblings weren't far apart as far as their ages were concerned. Growing up together since childhood, their affection for each other had always been superb.
Although Ye Xiwen's mother, Xia Chunxue, was already over forty years of age and had spent many years in bringing up children, she knew martial arts. Thanks to that, it appeared like she was only in her early twenties. Right now, she was merely looking at her family with a smile. Even if Ye Xiwen was only an adopted son, he wasn't any different from the other children in her heart.
"I want to learn martial arts!" Ye Xiwen said with a smile.
"You want to learn martial arts? Did you break through to the fourth stage?" Ye Kongming gawked at Ye Xiwen and immediately responded. He again swept a glance toward Ye Xiwen and immediately figured it out. "Not bad!"
Ye Kongming did not think too much about it, after all, Ye Xiwen had been at the late phase of Houtian third stage for a long time, so a breakthrough to the fourth stage was actually inevitable. There was nothing strange about it.
However, his father did not know that he had broken through from the late phase of third stage to the fourth stage overnight.
Xia Chunxue also smiled and nodded with satisfaction. Although he merely stepped into Houtian fourth stage, every bit of Ye Xiwen's progress made her very happy.
In fact, the entire family was extremely happy for him and wasn't suspicious at all because the progressing speeds of both Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue were faster than that of Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen's breakthrough would be considered very normal at his age.
"I will have another meal with everyone, right now I want to go to the library pavilion to choose a martial art." Ye Xiwen said with a smile. According to Yi Yuan School's rules, one could enter the library pavilion to choose a martial art book but only after breaking through to Houtian fourth stage. Not to forget that one could only choose a primary level martial art. The selection of martial arts was free but only for the first time. Afterward, in the case that one still wanted to learn a new martial art technique then one must exchange school credits to obtain a book from the library pavilion. All sects had such type of school credits exchange system which could be used to obtain a variety of Heavenly material treasures from the sect.
"Well, go ahead then, but you must choose a suitable martial art as now you are still at the stage of laying foundations. Hence, you must not choose too many martial art techniques at once as you will be using these them for a very long period of time." Ye Kongming stated.
It usually took more than a decade's time for an average person to learn a martial art technique from the beginning level to the Dacheng level. Even a genius would need a year or two for perfecting a primary level martial art technique.
Ye Kongming's suggestion warned Ye Xiwen against biting off more than he could chew because practicing a technique to the Dacheng level couldn't be underestimated. If one was not practicing a technique to its peak level by learning unceasingly, then it could only be treated as the example of biting off more than one can chew.
Ye Xiwen nodded and said: "This child knows!"
Ye Xiwen knew that Ye Kongming's wise words were for his own good. Not to mention, he also knew about not being greedy when it came to martial art practice.
"This child has one more thing to say." Ye Xiwen said.
"Go ahead!" Ye Kongming's face glowed with a smile as he was very glad in his heart.
"This child wants to venture into the posterior parts of the Qingfeng Mountain not only to consolidate my current state as soon as possible, but also to hone the new martial art technique that I am going to learn soon!" Ye Xiwen said as he wanted to cultivate his internal power at a quiet place. However, as far martial art practice was concerned, he would still need to gain practical fighting experience in order to progress rapidly.
Moreover, he would prefer not being seen by anyone while using that mysterious space for his martial arts practice.
"You can!" Ye Kongming nodded. Even though he was somewhat worried about Ye Xiwen's safety, he had to give permission to Ye Xiwen since both Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue had gone to the Qingfeng Mountain after reaching the fourth stage of Houtian realm. In fact, their age used to less than Ye Xiwen's at that point of time.
After the family was done having breakfast, the sky was already completely bright outside. Ye Xiwen left to visit Yi Yuan School's library pavilion.
The library pavilion was one of Yi Yuan School's most important places because the secret books stored in there were a part of its heritage. Yi Yuan School was able to survive for hundreds of years on the Qingfeng Mountain by relying on these secret books in order to ensure its unending inheritance.
It was still quite early when Ye Xiwen arrived at the library pavilion, and as usual, the doorway of the library pavilion only had one elderly blue-clothed man lying down in a rocking chair. He was leisurely reading an old book that had started to turn yellow due to age.
Ye Xiwen's predecessor often used to come to the library pavilion, after all, not only did it have secret books, but also had its first floor completely stacked with books on the geographical records of various countries. There were books on mythical legends and secret information about various happenings, and so on. In other words, there were all kinds of books in this library most of which contained unrelated content in relation to martial art practice. Ye Xiwen's predecessor used to come here quite often to borrow books on irrelevant content. After so many years of frequenting to library, Ye Xiwen's predecessor left behind a massive amount of knowledge for him to inherit. As a result of that, Ye Xiwen knew a lot about this world - to the extent that many experts of the older generation perhaps didn't know as much as he did.
When Ye Xiwen had crossed over to this world, he also frequently visited the library pavilion in order to fully understand this world's state of affairs.
Therefore, this place was actually not unfamiliar to him!
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Ye Xiwen was previously only an ordinary university student on Earth, but unexpectedly crossed through into the world known as the Zhen Wu Jie world! In this world, formidable warriors are able of turning over mountains and collapsing the ocean, destroying the sky and extinguishing the earth! He originally had ordinary aptitude, because of that he received the mysterious special space! Any martial art can be deduced within the mysterious space, other people practice for decades, he only needs a year! So long as he has enough spirit stones, any talents he faces are all floating clouds!

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