Immortality Cultivation Era - Chapter 4 Thunder Fist

The heavens and earth are furnaces, every living things are charcoal, and the Yin and Yang are fuel. The battle for destiny, fate, and luck between the Serpent and Sacred Saint Dragon arises. When all is said and done, will the Serpent emerge victorious or will the Sacred Saint Dragon rise up above all sentient beings?

Li Che transmigrated into this world and lived a mundane life for nineteen years. Accepting his fate, he chose to marry, have children, and work hard to support his family.But in the instant his daughter was born… his fortunes changed. Through his daughter, his life became extraordinary.…When his daughter was safely born, he gained the Dao Fruit [Celestial Artisan] .When his daughter turned one, healthy and unharmed, he gained the Dao Fruit [Dragon-Elephant Vajra] .When his daughter turned two, free from illness, he gained the Dao Fruit [Purity of Heart] .When his daughter turned three, lively and clever, he gained the Dao Fruit [Chess Sage] .At ages four, five, six…Li Che realized that with every year his daughter grew, he could condense a Dao Fruit to strengthen himself.From then on, Li Che had a simple and humble wish: one Dao Fruit per year, quietly guarding his daughter to ensure her immortality.All he wanted was… to start from a warm home with his wife and daughter, calmly protecting her journey to eternal life.Silently, he would condense Dao Fruits—billions upon billions of them. Thus, his cultivation soared to the peak of divine refinement, standing invincible across all realms.

Feng Ming was only 19 when he lost his life saving a child from death without hesitation. The grateful father of the rescued child grants Feng Ming a second chance at life. Unknown to Feng Ming, his soul has whisked away to a far away ancient land (resembling the dynasties of China).

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”