MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang - Chapter 838 The official allows you to rub the heat

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.

Aether Moirai was never meant to be free.Born from the final spark of the Abyss—a forgotten god’s last act of rebellion—he is the last vessel, a boy whose powers grow stronger the more his mind fractures. Bound by the Codex, a system that can rewrite history itself, Aether is hunted by worlds that fear what he might become.The Infinite Library has always been his home—a labyrinth between worlds where every book is a living realm, and every story is a battlefield. But when the tales begin to warp, birthing monsters and rewriting entire histories, even the Library’s endless shelves can’t protect him.To survive, Aether must step into dangerous books where myths breathe, legends bleed, and the wrong choice can erase you from existence. Each journey brings him closer to the truth of his creation—and the author who penned his fate.He is not the hero of these stories.He is the flaw in every one of them.

Zhou Leng was once a martial arts genius yet since being attacked by demons half a year ago he has gained no progress in his cultivation.The turning point comes when he heads into the mountain to find his dog, where a majestic tree seems to heal his injuries.“What if that unknown otherworld is a demon lair...”As Zhou Leng hesitates, a vast white shadow of the Frost Giant Tree flashes in the depths of his eyes.“What was I thinking just now?”

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.