Abyss Solo - Chapter 12 - 008 Do you just call yourself Valkyrie? [Please favorite, please follow!]

Li Xuan traveled through time and had no system or plug-ins. He could only live in a small mountain village temporarily. However, one day, he was mistaken for a hidden master and he had to become his disciple.

As an upright person, Li Xuan didn’t want to lie to others and sternly refused, but the other party offered him too much, so he had to make up a set of training methods to fool him–as a result, the apprentice succeeded in practicing!

Looking at his disciple with thunderous muscles and strong blood, Li Xuan was stunned: “I made it up, how could I succeed in cultivation? What kind of monster are you?!”

At this time, Golden Finger appeared: “Your apprentice has started to practice the exercises you made up, and you have directly mastered the exercises, and your strength is a hundred times higher than those in the same realm!”

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Miracles don’t come walking your way by themselves.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.