MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! - Chapter 850 The core of the world, the true identity of the game!

Tian Shen, an average boy who died on earth due to an accident, reincarnated in a cultivation world! He thought that he will get a golden finger like in those novels and then he will start his journey to reach the peak of power and in the meantime, he will also embrace some beautiful fairies.

[source of knowledge activated]

[Identity: the origin of darkness/nothingness-the origin of knowledge-one of the three true omnipotent beings]

[Ability: Reality Manipulation - Dimensional Manipulation - Immortality - Soul Manipulation - Telekinesis - Telepathy -Teleport- Annihilation - Life and Death Manipulation - infinite Speed ​​- Time Travel - Omniscient - Dream Into Reality - Fate Manipulation - Time Manipulation - Space Manipulation - Creation of concept - Annihilation of the concept - infinite persistence - omnipresent - Limitless energy - ]

[Notice your strength cannot be measured by cultivation]

But how can he have a journey to reaching the peak of power when he is already beyond the peak?

Well then, it's better to find a wife than not to be alone at least!

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He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

“Husband, I think I want to rear a pet. What do you think we should rear?”

“Rear you.”

“Husband, I want to change bed sheets. Which material do you think is the most comfortable to sleep on?”

“You.”

“………”

Zhuang Nai Nai: Can’t he speak properly for once?

One day, somebody asked the man, “Why are you always the first one to bow your head every time you two fight?”

Si Zheng Ting: “I am 185 cm, she is 165 cm. Of course I have to bow down to speak to her.”

To put it short, this is a story about a black-belly president, his wife and their effort to conceive children after marriage.

- Description from Novelupdates

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.