Sovereign to Immortality - Chapter 1538

What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?

How did my room become so ruined after a single night?

The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous, as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.

The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.

The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.

Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.

Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light, as if looking at television static.

After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.

Mother… is this a dream?

This must be a dream!

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One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the ‘Status Panel’. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? And what is The Dust World.

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The Five Impurities descend into the Mortal World, and demons run rampant.Holding a volume of the “Monster Chronicles,” Song Lin traverses time and descends into the body of a Daoist disciple at a remote Daoist Temple on the frontier.He observes that in this world, the old energy of the Six Heavens still lingers, and Witches and ghostly paths dominate.Demons and ghosts hold official titles, order is lost, and humans and ghosts are thrown into chaos.Heretical paths act with impunity, abandoning truth for falsehood, allowing the proliferation of evil forces.Amidst the suffering of the Mortal World and the devastation of life, Song Lin discovers that he can enter the mythological and supernatural tales recorded in the “Monster Chronicles” to obtain Daoist Skills.Shan Hai’s strange legends, myths, and supernatural tales; Pre-Qin Qi Cultivation, Taiyi in the Chu Territory, Penglai’s Independent Immortals, Lingnan’s Witchcraft, Kunlun Immortal Mountains…Slay the Evil Demons of the heavens, master thousands of Daoist Skills.The endless path of the Immortal Dao, I shall relentlessly pursue it.

After crossing over into the game world he had played before, Su Nan finds himself as a nobleman who has lost his title. At this time, the continent is still a barren wasteland of elements; powerful wizards abandoned this world a thousand years ago to explore the multiverse, becoming little more than elusive legends.Only Su Nan knows that, a thousand years later, the elements will revive, the wizards will return, and the continent is about to enter a prosperous era of magic.So, his task is quite simple: work hard to cultivate and become a wizard, surviving until the age of wizards arrives!“Resource-poor?”“There’s nothing for it; I’ll just have to synthesize everything myself.”Su Nan opens the synthesis cube. This is the story of a traveler with a player panel and a synthesis cube, leveraging a slight advantage of foresight to make a name for himself in a foreign world.

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.