MTL - Devil’s Son-in-Law - Chapter 897 Mysterious body

He is an undead who is devoid of all humanity, he is the one and only supreme overlord, he is a man who has severe mysophobia.

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all.

The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape.

Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate.

Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Traveling through the fantasy world, after hundreds of years of tossing, Han Li, who is of mediocre aptitude, is ruined.

After going down the mountain to marry a wife, he found that the way he opened the fantasy world was wrong.

You can rise from lying down, why should you practice hard, fight and kill?

Many years later, a long-lived family quietly rose up, with tentacles all over the heavens and worlds, and behind the scenes they controlled the various holy lands and immortal mansions.

On this day, Han Li was high in the ninth heaven, looking at the billions of descendants below, telling his glorious history.

A fairy emperor came across the border, intending to destroy the Han family, but was killed by Han Li with a snap of his fingers.

Immediately, the heavens were shocked, that ancestor Han was so strong!

【Longevity Flow + Family Flow + Goudao Flow】

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…