People sit at home, and bells come from heaven.
Zhong Minghao was lying on the sofa watching videos when he was hit by a Chaos Bell that was passing by in the void and used as a speed bump.
Open your eyes again and you are in Warhammer 40K.
Underfoot is the polluted wasteland, in the distance is the cannibal nest, and behind you are the aberrant beasts chasing and gnawing.
Others who touch the subspace will go mad or mutate, and psykers will avoid the Inquisition for their entire lives.
Zhong Ming, on the other hand, directly absorbed the subspace as spiritual energy, and relied on his half-baked knowledge of immortality to refine the Nine Transformations Golden Pill.
The chaos clock in the body automatically purifies evil and filth, and the Pure Yang God's fire burns demons like waste paper.
I spent my free time playing with the Tribunal and destroying the cult stronghold, and my life was very enjoyable.
Halfway through, he was also pulled into the Zhutian chat group.
The group of friends thought there was a cute new guy coming, but everyone was dumbfounded.
Mu Nianci: Is this method of nourishing qi more subtle than Jianghu's unique skills?
Peter Parker: Can even the mutated toxins be burned away? What kind of flame is this?
Male V: Can cyberpsychosis be cured? Where are you from?
Zhong Ming: low-key, routine operation.
When the Nine Transformations Pill is completed and crosses the boundaries of the heavens, shouldn't this huge universe be left to his own devices?
