Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 800 - Crack!

It is said that all illegitimate children recognized by the boss can inherit a mountain!

The difference is that other people inherit the golden and silver mountains,

Li Guoguo inherited the real mountains. Fortunately, there are several.

At the same time, heaven gave her a farming system. If you don’t farm, you’ll die!

One day, a video introducing the tourist scenery of Taoyuan village was added to the live broadcast platform.

There are clusters of fruit trees, magnificent waterfalls, beautiful scenery, quiet streams, and small animals.

People: Liar! I’m in this city. It’s impossible to have this scenery in the wild mountains!

Not long after, people said: Awesome..

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[Science Eliminates Immortals] Fake Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Casting fire and water magic, controlling flying swords to decapitate enemies from several tens of steps away, and possessing a shield magic tool for both offense and defense.Real Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Driving a Type 99 main battle tank, equipped with a 125mm magic tool main gun pulled by Divine Sense, two 12.7mm anti-aircraft and anti-field magic tool machine guns corrected by Divine Sense, nine assorted electromagnetic missiles suspended at the rear of the tank, drawn together by Divine Sense, and four reconnaissance drones, bombing enemies to ashes from 20 kilometers away.Even more real Nascent Soul cultivator: Operating an Air-Space Mothership cluster, with a combat range spanning thousands of miles...

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

One day, a tower appeared in the skies of all the major cities…