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Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

This is a fresh release from the pen of the creator behind "Longevity: Starting from the Qi Tags". Dive in and enjoy the read! --------------------- Jiang Ning transmigrates to a world on the brink of chaos. To preserve himself, he starts training in martial arts with the help of his prior experience, quietly growing stronger. As his martial techniques reach beyond their limits and he gains various abilities, some of which include divine authority. Starting with martial arts, he begins to master divine powers and control innate divine abilities. The Five Animals Fist allows him to cultivate from a beginner to perfection, continuously breaking limits, with each organ storing essence and housing divine spirits. The Vajra Immortal Body gives him an unbreakable body and eternal bones. The Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill promises eternal youth and never-ending vitality. On the day the Martial Saint, who has dominated the world for eight hundred years, strikes at him, Jiang Ning simply smiles. Are you really trying to attack a divine being? When the weapon that once killed gods and immortals falls upon him, he tilts his head slightly, his hair remaining unbroken. His foundation has long since forged an indestructible golden body! The other names of this book are 'While Others Cultivate Martial Arts, I Cultivate Divine Powers!', 'Beginning with Hepatic Experience to Fleshly Sanctification', 'Starting with Martial Arts to Become a God'
Scenery on the river · 355.1K Views

In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】 Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat. Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years. Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams. If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality. Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time. Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation! ...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"! (The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)
Wandering Man · 626.8K Views

ASTASHICA: Eternal Starborn Dominion

Astashica: Eternal Starborn Dominion "Listen well, child of the twin suns. The land speaks, the winds whisper, and the rivers carry old songs. But there is one voice that does not sing, one truth that sleeps beneath your feet. The world you stand upon is not what you believe it to be." The Xothek Galaxy is gone, consumed by its own hunger for power. The Asemeri once shaped the stars, bending light and void to their will. Their greatest creation, the Formicrons, built empires that stood for millennia. But Xothek fell—not to time, nor to gods, but to its own arrogance. The Azurevat fire erased them. Cities vanished. Kingdoms dissolved into the abyss. And the last Asemeri fled aboard the Defiance Vanguard, a warship of lost power, its runes still pulsing with ancient knowledge. They sought refuge. They found Astashica. A world of twin suns. A world veiled in Light. A world that does not belong to them. For three hundred cycles, the Asemeri ruled. They carved their names into the mountains, built their towers over rivers, but Astashica is awake. It watches. It remembers. Now, the shadow returns. Cosmus has returned. The exile. The usurper. The last remnant of a dead empire. His fleet blackens the sky. His armies rise from the abyss. And in his grasp? The final Azurevat missile—the fire that once shattered the heavens. And in the path of destruction, one man stands. Tlandar. Son of two worlds. A man of soil and harvest. A man who should have lived his days in peace. But war does not ask who you wish to be. It demands who you must become. Flee, and the twin suns will set forever. Stand, and awaken the Light once more. He takes the blade. He spills the blood. He walks the path of no return. The Defiance Vanguard looms overhead. The Azurevat fire waits in silence. The Formicrons stir beneath the sands. The ancient Asemeri cores pulse in the dark. But beneath it all—beneath the ruins, beneath the rivers, beneath the very bones of this world—there is something older than the Asemeri. Something forgotten. Something that was never meant to wake. This is not a war for land. This is not a war for power. This is a war for the right to exist. And so I ask, child of the twin suns—will you fight for the Light, or will you let the darkness take it?"
DigitalCreatorPro · 5.9K Views

In the year of famine,I fed millions of ancient citizen

Ye Mumu found that the ancestral vase in her home could magically connect to the ancient times two thousand years ago. So she met an ancient young general. The general guarded the important city on the border and was surrounded by 300,000 barbarian troops. There was a severe drought, the riverbed dried up, and 200,000 people starved to death, leaving only 80,000 people. With nowhere to go, the general and the people of the city could only wait to die passively! He begged the gods for water and food, hoping that the people would survive. Ye Mumu waved her hand and approved it! She hoarded a large amount of supplies to feed the soldiers and the people. Steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, and meat sandwiches... every day is different, giving the ancients a little shock of modern food. Sending military books, hoarding food to recruit soldiers, building factory arsenals... giving the ancients a little shock of modern military. When she was deceived, the inherited family business faced bankruptcy. To repay her kindness, the general gave her a lot of money, paintings, antiques, and porcelain... With antiques, she saved the family business, became the richest woman, and reached the peak of her life! The general relied on Ye Mumu to provide modern military equipment to conquer the barbarians, recover the nine states, pacify the six kingdoms, and unify the world. He promised to build a temple for her and worship her for generations. The general sent a marriage certificate: With the mountains and rivers as a witness, I look forward to meeting you when the sea is clear and the river is calm. Under the marriage certificate is a phoenix crown and bridal robe. What a good young general, so this is what you are thinking!
Babun_Swapnil · 235.2K Views

Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
Muntadher_Khudhur · 436 Views
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