Plague Doctor - Chapter 487 - Inverse Yellow Triangle

Layton awoke in a new world, what he thought was just a normal medieval world with wizards turned out to be much more.

Wizards, Magic, gods, Martial arts,numerous worlds, and grand civilizations that run through numerous multiverse in the void, a place filled with countless planes and numerous planar universes.

On such a grand stage nothing is truly impossible. Follow on the epic journey as Layton rises from a mortal on a weak plane as he follows the wizard path to the peak and beyond.

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there.Then, the sky cracked open.A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive.People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this:[Limitless Weapon Mastery]“Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential.”No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill?But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth:It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

Within a quiet and majestic pavilion, Xuan Hao slowly opened his eyes bewildered, time passed and he had quietly come to terms with his situation. He had transmigrated into a fantasy world as an elder of the Flying Sword Sect.

He was even an expert at the Nascent Soul Realm, who had the power to easily destory an entire city with a wave of his hand.
Most importantly, he had a system, but it kept wanting him to train up disciples.

«What now! I already trained up a few Celestial Immortals, what more do you want out of me? Can’t you just give me some random cultivation method that magically allows my disciples to become immortals within a few weeks?»

[Have 4 disciples achieve godhood]

[Reward: Cultivation Increase of 1 major realm]

«…»

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.