[Ridiculous] [Not very rigorous] [Comedy-focused]
A bizarre world with cultivation ranks that go: Ox One, Ox Two, Ox Three, Ox Four, Ox Five, Ox Six, Ox Seven, Ox Eight, Ox Nine, Pseudo-Ox Realm, Big Ox, and so on.
Set against the backdrop of the Chinese zodiac, this story follows protagonist Gai Que after he transmigrates to the Divine Ox Continent, a world where might makes right.
There, he encounters one bizarre event after another.
After accidentally turning into a minotaur, he sets off on an adventure with a wolf, a dog, a turtle, a nine-tailed fox, a sheep, and a skeleton, kicking off a laugh-out-loud journey.
The protagonist is decisive and ruthless, no saint, and overflowing with goofy energy.
The blurb doesn't do it justice, so read the story itself. After a few chapters, you'll realize this wasn't written by a carbon-based life-form.
How should I put it? This book is mainly about orcs. There is nothing wrong with dividing cultivation by the power of cattle. There is something wrong with two cattle giving birth to cows. What kind of monsters can be born from cows and rabbits? It is not so outrageous to form a human after 100,000 years. This is a fantasy novel and I didn't bother reading it. I don't know if it's good or not, but it's quite humorous.
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