“Holy crap! Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!”
Cao Jilang sprang up from bed with a kip-up, smacking his forehead against the bunk above with a thud. He grimaced in pain.
Clutching his head, he looked around.
The rental room was less than ten square meters. Faded video game posters covered the walls, instant noodle cups and soda cans piled up on the desk, and the air reeked of unwashed socks.
This place... was way too familiar. So familiar he could cry.
“Am I... not dead?” Cao Jilang pinched his thigh hard and sucked in a sharp breath.
This wasn’t a dream!
He looked down at his phone: March 14, 2050, 3 a.m.
The “Light Curtain” would descend in two days...
A ridiculous cultivation System?
Ridiculous cultivation methods?
With a spicy strip dangling from his mouth, Cao Jilang slapped away a Sakura Kingdom ninja who had challenged him. “That’s it? You think you can show off in front of the Dragon Kingdom?”
When the national war began, he led the Dragon Kingdom’s cultivators to sweep the battlefield, ground the Western Church into the dirt, and sent India’s ancient gods back to their altars. He became the sole ruler of Blue Star!
But when he broke through the Light Curtain and ascended to the upper realm, he was stunned.
And the most ridiculous part was...
So pretty! God's trumpet? No wonder the writing is so funny