Lingwu Continent: Building a Factory in a Fantasy World

Wu Xinchou was innocent, handsome, and kind. After an accident brought him to the Spirit Martial Continent, a land full of the unknown, challenges, and opportunities, he gazed at the black stone in his hand and looked up at the starry night sky. Years from now, how will people remember me?

Chen Miaoyu tossed her long hair beneath its blue ribbon, revealing her snowy-white neck. Then she pointed her blue-and-silver ice spear at Xinchou and said, “In this life, I’ll love no one but him.”

Zhou Yue swayed her graceful figure. “Don’t ask me what my happiest moment is. The happiest moments are when I’m with Xinchou.”

Elder Qiu walked down the street with his cane, telling everyone he met, “I never thought I’d get to eat eight dishes in my lifetime.”

One of Xinchou’s rivals, who wished to remain anonymous, said, “Don’t laugh at me for losing to Xinchou. Once you see him throw around tons of martial coins, you’ve already lost. Oh yeah!”