God's Song - Chapter 125

Reborn in Tokyo in 1986, Tao Zhiming rose gracefully in the bubble era. Starting from Tokyo, he is the most important young man behind the bustling times.

Wealth, woman; power, fame. Tao Zhiming is like a hunter from another dimension, targeting the prey, including the people around the world who are about to boil in the information age.

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Legends say this world has immortals!Chen Li: There might be, but there are more demons and ghosts and monsters!Once traversing into the vast unknown, hastily scurrying for meals amidst the busy throng, everyone says how great it is to cultivate immortality, yet who has seen skeletons exposed beside the road...?

Zhu Kang, a trafficked soul, was captured by an evil organization and was stripped of his real memories. Unaware of the dangers he worked for this evil corporation as a system.One day, all of a sudden, fifteen men dressed in black started a shoot-out killing all the other systems.In desperation, Kang threw himself into a transmigration device that tossed his soul into a random world.“System 202 has escaped.... a-again.....” one of the black-clothed men said. Trembling, he glanced at their team leader.Kai Alden gritted his teeth. “You let him slip away so easily! Send me into that world. I will capture my dear System and bring him back here,”

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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