[No system + non-cool writing + genius counterattack + upgrade flow + traditional fantasy]
A blue star from another world appeared together on ten days, snow fell in June, and strange phenomena fell from the sky...
The man clapped his hands angrily: "This son will bring bad luck to you. We must not keep him."
The woman's last words during childbirth were: "Take him away and never get involved in this troubled world."
Eighth Master: "What's your name, young master?"
"Nameless."
I originally wanted to be idle among the clouds and wild cranes, and just be a fisherman in the mountains and rivers.
In the big world and thousands of small worlds, martial cultivators, demonic cultivators, and beasts, why are they always forcing each other?
In this case, let me prove it to you:
"The spirit rises to the level of martial arts; the spirit has ten shackles; the shackles become the most holy; the holy way of the immortal king, the immortal king must be a god; the god is as good as the emperor."
I do not seek to be inferior to one person, but to be superior to tens of thousands of people.
