I Became Minghe, and My Clones Rule Honghuang

The beginning was good, but it got increasingly absurd as it went on. It felt like you were just messing around. Cultivation is easier than leveling up in a game for you. So all those immortal beings who established paths, created laws, and were supremely powerful, overlooking countless worlds and effortlessly creating new realms, were struggling to achieve this, and you call it child's play?

The poison has already been tested; since there are no red lotuses in the River Styx, karmic fire can be used instead.

Another low-end martial arts fantasy novel. It's disgusting. If you don't have a vivid imagination and good writing skills, don't write fantasy novels at all. This low-end fantasy is nauseating. 🤢🤢🤢

I've been pondering a question: why do writers of prehistoric eras always include magical artifacts from the chaotic and primordial era? It just feels like it lowers the overall sophistication.

What the hell was that latest chapter? Goodbye.

What's the point of creating a clone? Use the Primordial Chaos Cauldron to cultivate your own Great Luo Golden Immortal form, achieving eternal freedom and liberation across all time and space. What's the point of your clone? And you're using the Blood God Child to cultivate it? Isn't it already achieved in an instant?

Bro, can you please change that "thousand years" or "hundred years"? I can accept "millions of years," but where's the sophistication in "thousand years" or "hundred years"?

The author has a good imagination, keep it up!

It's really just daily drug delivery, huh?

This book has too narrow a scope. It's as if someone dares to boast about being a great power if they don't even venture into the myriad worlds.