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"Ever since I started practicing, I have heard you talking about this genius and that number every day. How come I have been practicing for so long and haven't seen any of them?" Lin Yun looked at his career panel and said strangely. ... ... When he woke up, Lin Yun became an orphan cultivator in Luoyunfang. He was penniless and owed a huge sum of money. Fortunately, he had the help of a career panel who came with him. From the [Taoist] who increases the speed of practice, to the [Taoist] who embodies thousands of avenues. From the [talisman making apprentice] who increases the success rate of drawing talismans, to the [talisman master] who divides the world with one stroke. From the [Spell Apprentice] who improves the power of casting spells, to the [Wanfa Tao Lord] who holds the transformation of Tao. ... ... Countless years later, at his Dharma gathering, Lin Yun looked at the saints and sons of gods who had come from all over the universe, and he sighed with emotion: "I am able to reach this point only because of hard work and sweat. As for whose body the sweat belongs to, don't ask."

The Mine Slave starts the game with a life like a candle. In the Xiuxian sweatshop, Xu Yuan was squeezed by the "good fortune" day and night, and was on the verge of running out of money. In a desperate situation, he awakened a heaven-defying ability - adding entries to all things. Broken windows can add [stability], cold cakes can add [warmth], and when looking at the status bar of his "mortal body", a line of flashing green entries slowly appeared: [Natural Martial Bones] - The price is thirty spiritual crystals, monster blood essence, and some ores... As a result, Xu Yuan's practice painting style suddenly changed: When others are looking for opportunities, he is adding entries to himself; While others were refining magic weapons, he was still adding entries to himself. Until the giant of the Immortal Sect looked down at the human world and wanted to swallow up all the creatures in the mountains and rivers, Xu Yuan stared at the newly displayed prompt at the bottom of the status bar - "Can add entries: [Creator]", looked up at the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "This immortal way of eating people... It's time to change the entry."