I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family - Chapter 89: The Weight of the Law (1)

A mortal youth accidentally stumbled upon the path of immortality and struggled to move forward on the arduous journey of seeking immortality.The road to immortality is more difficult than reaching the heavens, yet despite the countless obstacles, his determination to pursue immortality remained unwavering.Looking back, the green mountains still stood, but his old companions had all turned to bones.

The strong are lonesome. Overcoming the loneliness pushes you to stand invincible at the top.

Pro-disciple of the Shaolin Temple on earth, Huang Xiaolong was reborn into a Martial Spirit world, carrying Hua Xia’s secret knowledge, the Body Metamorphose Scripture. In a Martial Spirit world, only those with Martial Spirit are able to train in battle qi and become a warrior.

Huang Xiaolong born with a heaven-defying rare Martial Spirit was mistakenly taken for common variant Martial Spirit during the awakening ceremony conducted by the tribe and thus sidelined. However, Huang Xiaolong with his common “variant” Martial Spirit again, and again displayed unnatural talent, defeating geniuses, shocking the clan and the entire Martial Spirit World

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Transmigrated from the Blue Planet, Li Pin, once an ordinary university student, found himself thrust into a world of ferocious beasts and demonic creatures. Haunted by the loss of his parents to illness in his previous life, he yearned to understand the fragility and potential of human life.In a realm dominated by Astral Cultivators, Li Pin’s determination to push the boundaries of human potential was unwavering. Driven by the question, “What are the true limits of the human body?” he embarked on a perilous journey into the world of martial arts.Would he ascend to the pinnacle of power, unravel the mysteries of the human body, and truly comprehend the essence of martial arts?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…