
Eternal First Year
永恒元年
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 703k Words
- Subgenre
- Fantasy Cultivation
- Updated
- 5y ago
- Source
- Zongheng
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The author, there is something wrong with the levels of your talisman, elixir, and weapon. It can be said to be rubbish. There are mistakes. Isn't it better to directly go from level one to level nine? What are the levels of elementary, intermediate, and advanced? The levels of the talisman and the elixir are asymmetrical. The primary level of the talisman in the front corresponds to Qi training, the intermediate and high-level Nascent Soul of the later talisman, and the primary level of the elixir corresponds to Qi training, foundation building, and golden elixir. Looking at it this way, it's a waste of brains. It would be better to unify it. Also, the protagonist of this book has too many cheats. He will definitely not be able to finish it. He must be a eunuch.
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Some people say that writing is like a season with sounds, the sounds of flowers blooming, the grass growing, and the sound of the protagonist growing up gently! Daily support, come on
Time cannot be copied, and life cannot repeat itself. While there is still time, write life to your heart's content. If you bloom, the breeze will come! Daily support, come on!
Writing is like a war, fighting all the way, there is no retreat, you can only go forward alone; otherwise, there is only a dead end! Daily support, come on
Time does not speak, the gods are silent, every writer is a person who goes to the mountains, rivers and heavens to ask for directions! Daily support, come on
In the lazy night, the moon is as bright as frost; accompanied by green lanterns, the sea of literature is vast; all kinds of stories, short of paper but long in love! Daily support, come on
The mountain is high and I don't know the north, south and south. The left is also the west and the right is the west. I hold my hands and look at the two butterflies roosting. The eyes are high and I don't know the poetry, calligraphy and painting. I also write horizontally and vertically, and write until the dust has settled and the sky and the earth are harmonious! Daily support, come on
The remaining lamps are lit, the voices are dim, the endless songs are of the war in troubled times, and the endless songs of departure in the prosperous times are endless! Those who can still insist on writing are all big guys, come on
Good morning, a wonderful and fascinating read.