Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan - Chapter 209 - 172: The Saint Tier Peak Cyan Dragon, Divine Descent of the Giant Demon Deities

Is this a punishment from the heavens!? Why did a newly graduated designer like “Li Jing” end up transmigrated to ancient China?And to make matters worse, she is now in the body of “Zhenzhu,” a poor 8-year-old girl.Her father is ill, her siblings are still young, and only her mother struggles to gather herbs to make a living!Let's see... the only possession this family has is two mu of land!Very well… If the plants in this village are difficult to grow, she will make fruits and vegetables flourish herself.With the “Golden Fish Scales” that can release spirit energy,Whether it's wild animals, fish in the pond, or rare plants in the valley,everything must belong to her family!

Chen Ping transmigrated into a Martial Arts world and sat among beggars.His memories lingered amid a rain of bullets, a bullet prying open his skull...Touched his head, felt the scalp still intact, but his eyes seemed to have issues. Whenever he focused on his brain, illusions appeared, seeing a white silkworm in the depths of his mind move slightly.“Your hand, was it also chopped off by Boss Yat?”“No, I chopped it myself.”

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

What is love after all, and where does it come from?I can't quite understand it. Perhaps love is just a colorful butterfly, beautiful to look at but forever out of reach.If you try to hold onto it tightly, it will struggle, and in that struggle, it will rub off all its colors and become pale.