MTL - Young Master Quan, How Have You Been? - Chapter 227 Warm CP

Having transmigrated into a little farmer girl, her father passed and her mother turned crazed. Facing a frail household, Qian Yixiu remained calm, her rise relied on strength, and also on the luck she had when being a “ghost”.Together with her younger brother, she strived to build wealth with one hand and protect her beauty with the other...

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Synopsis

The moment the entire Universe was devoured, everything changed.

The Void barriers deprived of energy shattered and merged multiple Universes.

Through the enormous accumulated energy, a new, pristine and infinitely large planet emerged.

At the same time, the Souls of the Old, devoured Universe, received the opportunity to reincarnate, to change the inevitable fate of their first life!

Would the path of the youngest reincarnation, Kyle, be the same as in his first, miserable life, or would he be able to emerge out of the ashes of his past life just like a Phoenix?

Nobody knew for sure because his fate was not set in stone!

However, what Kyle knew for sure, was that he had received a God-given opportunity to change something, to finally sense and start one of the major energies of the Universe.

Finally, he could start cultivating!

Follow the youngest reincarnation of the Old Souls, Kyle, on his journey through the pristine lands of the infinitely large planet, Shima, overcoming countless obstacles on his path towards unparalleled strength, with his Spirit Soul right next to him.

The sky thunders, Fang Yue, the nail household, dies on the street, the heavenly court blackmails, obtains compensation, reincarnates, and sees how Fang Da Devil disturbs the universe and upset the world.

- Description from MTL

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…