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Ling Zhou realized that the recent similar dreams were no ordinary dreams. They had no logic or plot, only an eternal and boundless void. In the center of this void, he was "suspended" as if he had lost all weight. And what lay before him, running through the entire void, was a river that could not be described in words. It is vast and boundless, with neither source nor end, as if flowing from the eternal past to the endless future. The river water showed a strange texture, unlike any water flow he was familiar with. It was neither clear nor turbid, but a... Chaotic color that encompassed everything. If you "look" attentively, the river actually contains all kinds of strange and bizarre scenes: there are broken reflections of mountains and rivers, twinkling stars and dust, various forms of life, old age, illness and death, and the joys and sorrows of love, hate, and hatred... They are not static, but are rising and falling, struggling, emerging and disillusioned in the river. Countless tiny points of light are like the imprints of billions of lives, floating and sinking in them. What made Ling Zhou feel even more palpitated was that he could clearly "feel" that there was an invisible and indescribable power of imprisonment in this river that contained all things. It seems that there is an invisible hand that covers the entire universe, holding everything in the river firmly. No matter how they struggle and shine, they will eventually be unable to break free from the shackles of the river. They can only follow the established and grand flow towards the unknown distance.

(Fantasy + Farming + System + Reckless Man) In a troubled dynasty, the profession that has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present is the corpse collector. It's not just human corpses that are collected, monsters are lying on the car in strange ways, either obedient or eating. I just want to survive in this world, but I am too strong. The ferocious monster is strange, don't speak, don't ask, if you ask, you will be beaten to death.

21st century liar travels through the world of cultivation In this strange world, are you stubborn, reckless, or promiscuous? Is cultivating an immortal a human being, or is it indifference to common sense? There will eventually be a way to cultivate immortality, so why bother with the common people. Cultivation is the same as immortality, but cultivation of immortality is different.

"Soul drowned in the depths of darkness, please wake up and serve me." "I'm not dead? Where is this?"

Zhang Wencheng traveled to another world to become a Taoist priest. In this world where ghosts and evil spirits are rampant, and the Taoist sect is in decline, what kind of legend will he start with a system in mind?