MTL - Dragon-Marked War God - Chapter 5009 Kunlun Shrine

This is a strange world where everyone can build Dream Dungeons. Qiu Ren also becomes one of the many Dream Makers. So, welcome to the dream I built.

The story follows an old Cultivator who transcended from the Earth to the realm of cultivation. After nearly a hundred year of farming, he found himself disheartened by his own talent and decided to return to his mortal clan to pass on his final legacy before his death. However, to his surprise, his true new beginning awaited him there.This is a tale of family growth—there is no structured system, and the protagonist nurtures his family because he needs them to cultivate his treasure. The novel is truly unique, and I promise you all an exciting journey. Enjoy, my friends!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cultivation RealmsMortals:Body Tempering (Four Stages): Skin Tempering, Blood Tempering, Bone Tempering, Organ Tempering.Immortal Realms:Level 1-9 Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

Feng Xia transmigrated to a fantasy world. This was the era when spiritual auras were exhausted, various scriptures were lost, and all cultivation techniques failed to aid the cultivators in improving. Feng Xia discovered that he had a superpower of attributes, but something seemed off.

He killed a Black Jade Spider by stepping on it. [Spider Maiden x1] dropped.

He defeated a strong opponent that qualified as a Great Emperor. [Teenage Great Emperor x1] dropped.

He was in a fight with a goddess for three days and three nights. [Mysterious Young Girl x1] dropped.

“Daddy,” a young girl greeted him in a sweet voice. Feng Xia was struck dumb.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”