MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 256 distant

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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I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.