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Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One

"Black Myth: The Destined One" the mobile game, sent Li Ping'an back to the Journey to the West World where deities and Buddhas had perished, demons roamed freely, and the Three Realms had collapsed. The longer he survived, the stronger he became. Cultivation, Divine Skills, Side Techniques, Magical Treasures... and the like were obtained from the game and could even be taken back to the real world. Black Bear Spirit Bodhisattva, Shadowy Moon Demon Lord, Howling Celestial Dog, Hundred Eyes Demon Lord Bodhisattva, King Huang Feng Bodhisattva, Old Buddha Huang Mei... One after another, those claiming to be immortals, Bodhisattvas, and Buddha Ancestors fell beneath his staff. Only after he had acquired wealth and status in the real world through the Cultivation, Divine Skills, Side Techniques, and Magical Treasures obtained from the game, did he realize that the real world was nothing more than the Nineteenth Layer of Hell in the Journey to the West World... With an undying heart, at ease and carefree, the Destined One Li Ping'an embarked on Journey to the West once more!

The four seas churn as the clouds and water rage · 都市
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375 Chs

Chapter 151 Flame Cloud Sect

"Brother, slow down with your drinking; no one is competing with you."

After a few gulping sounds, Mahaparinirvana, the Defrocked Monk, had finished two pots of tea clean and then looked at Li Ping'an, foolishly wiping his mouth:

"I traveled all the way from Mount Wutai, braving mountains and rivers, exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, not to mention encountering a bunch of ill-tempered bird-catchers. Today, it's only for your sake that I didn't slaughter them all!"

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"Brother, you truly live freely, skilled at saving others but clumsy at strategizing for yourself."

"You, young man, understand me by seeing me just once. You seem to be a person of no ordinary background yourself."

Li Ping'an and Mahaparinirvana spoke intimately while the tea stall owner busily packed up his things, sighing helplessly: