[Single female protagonist + time travel + high martial arts + alien continent + passion + interstellar hegemony]
Yao Yichen finished delivering his last takeout order, and a heavy rain was approaching.
The mobile phone navigation failed and he mistakenly entered an ancient alley that did not exist on the map.
The stone tablet at the entrance of the alley is engraved with "Welcome to the Black Sea Continent, survivors will get a chance to be reborn."
The alley disappeared behind him, and countless suspended ancient weapons appeared in front of him.
A voice sounded in my mind: "Choose your weapon, the trial begins."
He smiled bitterly and grabbed the most inconspicuous bronze dagger, but felt an unprecedented power surge through his body.
It turns out that this dagger is the magic weapon held by him in his previous life, and he only recognized his old owner.
When the raindrops fell, he was no longer a delivery boy, but a god-killer who had been reincarnated for thousands of years.
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