On his way home at midnight, Lu Chen found a little girl by the roadside. He never expected her to be a once-in-a-million cultivation prodigy.
All Lu Chen wanted was to be an ordinary cultivator. Lying flat on his bed at home, he dreamed of a bright future.
But things never go as planned.
If they want to wage war, let them. If they want to plunder other planets, let them. Have you not seen the supreme immortals descend into the mortal world, killing and killing, while the road to immortality becomes a sea of blood and countless resources turn to dust? No matter what era you and I live in, we're just nameless nobodies. We can't change anything or stop anything.
Lu Chen: In this turbulent age, you and I are no more than wisps of dust adrift in the wind. We're just little people.
Xiao Qing: In this age of boundless possibilities, my name will surely be remembered in the path of immortality.
The Primordial Record of Mystical Truth
The Supreme One Is Heartless
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