An Ran’s consciousness transmigrated to a parallel world and entered the body of another version of himself, who had died in a cave somewhere on Mount Everest.
With his knowledge of ancient texts, he obtained a cultivation legacy and became the last cultivator in Great Xia.
The spiritual energy on Blue Star was growing ever thinner, but according to the jade slip, if he could gather the materials to repair an ancient teleportation array, he might be able to leave Blue Star and travel to the true cultivation world, a place suited for cultivation.
So he used the resources in his cave dwelling to devote himself to cultivation. Only after he had exhausted his spirit stones did he emerge and return to the city where his original body lived.
As soon as he got home and turned on his phone, a flood of missed calls and texts filled the screen.
One pinned text contained just four words: Northern Myanmar. Revenge.
It was from his sworn brother, Lu Beichen.
An Ran’s mind went blank. A vast aura burst from within him, blasting every object in the living room away.
Beichen was also a brother who had risked his life for him in his previous life, and had died for his sake. In this world, Beichen had told his former self that he was taking his girlfriend on a trip to Southeast Asia. Now he had left behind only those few words. Perhaps Beichen believed he was certain to die, and so had asked An Ran to avenge him.
Without a moment’s hesitation, An Ran boarded the first plane to Myanmar.
Beichen, my good brother, I hope you’re still alive. Hold on for me.
If you’re dead, I swear I’ll destroy Myanmar and join you in death.
Isn't it too superficial? What other novels are you writing???
Author, are you serious?
Beautiful, five-star praise