MTL - Building The Ultimate Fantasy - Chapter 600 Who is her mother?

Even though Gu Yunxi was created from the accumulation of the resentment of souls, there was not a bit of ruthlessness nor cruelty in his nature, only a desire to cultivate. Just as he achieved his human form, he was sent to reincarnate. Under the control of Heaven, he experienced life after life of suffering, dying a terrible death every single time. After thousands of reincarnations, thousands of terrible deaths, he finally accumulated enough power to escape from the Laws of Heaven. He swore to get revenge on this blind Heaven’s Law that’s unable to differentiate good from evil.

So what if it’s the Heavens? He will stir up the rights and wrong, the good and evil!

You want me to accept this life and die, but I just won’t! I want to live, to rebel against the heavens, to reverse this joke of a destiny!

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The Age of Celestials has arrived.

In the world where Vincent was sent into, the existence of Celestial Beings greatly stimulated the advancement of humanity. With their help, the humans started breaking out of their shackles as they exceeded the limitations of their mortal bodies.

They have passed down mana cultivation techniques and various combat arts increasing their strength as they fought against the true enemies of the world…

However, as Vincent was sent by his grandfather to complete a very unusual mission, he learned that these majestic Celestial Beings weren’t gods or existences out of his reach… They were actually tools or weapons that humans have been using for their own greed. More than that, he discovered the true origin of the Celestials!

Hence, with the help of his System, he mounted a rebellion…

The future unfolded on a magnificent scale into the Interstellar Age. Humanity finally solved the space warp technology, but when humanity transported themselves into the other end, they discovered that place neither had a past nor future, nor was there any land under the starry skies……

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!”