In the final years of the dynasty, heroes rose from every corner, while demons and monsters ran rampant.
The northwest suffered three consecutive years of severe drought. Corpses littered the land, and fewer than one in ten people survived.
Wang Yuan's soul descended into this place, and he became one of the starving undead. Through countless perils, he struggled to survive through martial arts.
[You ate two catties of flesh and gained 2 surplus points]
[You ate two catties of flesh and gained 2 surplus points]
[Points to allocate: 4]
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[Martial art: Yellow Sand Fist (Beginner 34/100)]
[Skills: Beginner Darts (9/10); Beginner Archery (6/10)]
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“Beginner Darts, allocate points!”
Intermediate Darts (0/20): within three meters, every throw hits its mark!
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Wang Yuan: “Your combat power is only five thousand, while mine is ten thousand, and you still think you can kill me? You're asking for death!”
Enemy: “I'm at the fifth rank, while you're clearly only at the sixth. That's impossible!”
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Many years later.
Wang Yuan sat high upon the divine throne, looking down on heaven and earth.
“I owe my growth to myself alone!”
“Cultivation is actually simple: just keep practicing, thinking, and observing.”
“Yeah, that's it.”
[This is actually a wish-fulfillment novel. The further you read, the more satisfying it gets!]
