God Emperor - Chapter 434 - The Secret of the Yin Yang Wooden Graph

The world is a sea of bitterness.

The mortal swims in the sea.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the mortal on the vessel.

The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.

Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?

Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?

Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.

Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.

Which path should be chosen?

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Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.

Mortal Chapter: In pursuit of immortality, I seek to dominate the world! I, Zhongshan, aim to establish an unparalleled celestial dynasty, gather the world's qi, eliminate personal hindrances, and thus confront the might of heaven. I will create a new world and achieve immortality. One's fate, fortune, Feng Shui, accumulation of yin virtue, and fame are the five key elements! For the sake of immortality, those who cultivate fame and fortune will establish a celestial dynasty and gather the world's qi. Those who accumulate yin virtue will create a holy land and accumulate immeasurable merit. Those who cultivate Feng Shui can communicate with the two worlds of yin and yang and harness the power of heaven and earth. As for those who cultivate fate and fortune, and those who cultivate life, they... Immortal Chapter: Ask the world, who can achieve immortality and eternal life~~~!

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