MTL - Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian - Chapter 1852 How are you now?

Year 24XX. With several hundred years of improvements, virtual reality has become more mature. It had gradually become humanity’s second world. Socializing, working, studying and other everyday things could all be done while sleeping.

"An accident. She's pregnant. How unlucky. She got pregnant in one shot!

Sun Hao traveled to a world of cultivating immortals. Unable to cultivate, he practices the guqin, chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine, and flower tea are all in the supreme realm. He didn’t know: The pet on his farm was the Nine Heavens God Luan. The lotus in the pond is a peerless demon. The guard outside the door is the ruler of Thunder Tribulation. Later, he discovered: The swordsman who picked up his broken hatchet became the peerless generation of swordsman; the scholar who often listened to him to chant became the ancestor of Buddhism; the girl who came to learn to play the guqin with him became the supreme demon clan. … Sun Hao sat on the throne of Heavenly Emperor, with a shocked expression on his face: Am I a Dao Ancestor? I take the heaven and the earth as the disc and all beings as my sons, and create a shocking situation? I do not know how?

Xiao Nanfeng has a deeply held secret: he retains memories of his past life on Earth. Trained as a scholar and wise beyond his years, he leverages his understanding to free himself from captivity and embarks on the path of cultivation. His goal is to find his missing parents, ten years lost. Loyal allies will accompany him, and fierce enemies will deter him—but talented cultivator though he might be, Xiao Nanfeng's greatest strength has always been his mind.

Original Blurb: Beneath the vast firmament, the brilliance of an era is but a fleeting moment, a flash of fireworks that vanishes in the blink of an eye. Look down upon the land, through countless ages, and witness the rise and fall of civilizations. Immortal sects, vast empires, sanctuary and holy ground—all are but specks of dust against the backdrop of the heavens; the glory of millennia, reduced to ashes. Yet from the depths of ruin, new sparks emerge. You and I, we strive to become towering trees that would pierce through the heavens. What lies beyond the celestial dome?

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