High Martial: I Became a God Through Dreams

This Wusheng Cult is truly laughable. The author should first understand the background of the civilization they are writing about, and what kind of culture would emerge within that context. The great changes have been ongoing for a long time; the coastal areas are still unstable, but it's undeniably a modern civilization. To have the Wusheng Cult attack the martial arts tournament in the face of the state apparatus is to treat the state as a joke!

I've only read a few chapters, and I already have to ask: it's a thousand years in the future, how come you write it as if nothing has developed? Technology hasn't progressed much compared to now; it's not even at the level of Cyberpunk 2077 yet. AI, artificial intelligence, brain-computer chips, big data, the Internet of Things, online classes—these things seem more futuristic and sci-fi in reality than what you've written.

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Heavy snow, unlike anything seen in recent years.

Fellow addicts, how toxic is this book? Can it kill someone?

Eat dumplings on the Winter Solstice

Is he handsome?

Why is a martial arts novel so bland? There's no passion at all, and the price and power system are all messed up.

The way the male protagonist killed Wang Song felt really inexplicable... It was just a minor issue at first, then he suddenly started killing someone, which was fine, but it got increasingly bizarre... You can't just create conflict like that!

It has a martial arts background and the flavor of old-fashioned urban novels.