MTL - Genius Demon Empress - Chapter 813 Emperor

After years of longing, Mu Chenyan was finally going to marry the man of her dreams — Yuan Xuan. However, on her wedding day, the tragic death of Shu Qinger, her well-known romantic competitor led to Mu Chenyan’s prison sentence.

Gu Heng traveled through twenty years, and the garbage system ruined his life. There was no hope for cultivation, and he could only be a small mortal. Although he is a mortal, he must do good things. He helped a poor girl casually, and she became the “Snow White Sword Fairy” who was famous in the three realms in the future. He picked up a seriously injured little wild cat and raised it for a long time, but suddenly found that his pet had become the “Ten Thousand Demons Venerable”. He taught a young alchemist hand in hand, and unknowingly refined the “Ten Thousand Medicines Saint Hand”. He recognized a thin female apprentice, and eventually accidentally refined the “Ancient Emperor”. Gu Heng: None of this has anything to do with me, I am only mortal. Everyone: Stop arguing, they all say that you are the only emperor saint teacher in the world! !

After his wife's affair and the discovery that his child belongs to another man, Li Feng is cast out into the rainy night.Since fate won't allow him to live an ordinary life, he resolves to live an extraordinary one.“How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man” --- < Blowing in The Wind > Bob Dylan

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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