MTL - Martial God Conqueror - Chapter 2898 : snatching the source of chaos [large

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

Start a planet, civilization depends on creation.

Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, by chance and coincidence, his soul traveled to a world where everyone has the opportunity to awaken the planet.

The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the transformed energy, and the stronger the civilization created.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Martial Arts True Qi”, and uses the creation sand table to create a martial arts civilization. The people on the planet are warriors.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Xiandao Zhenyuan”, uses the creation sand table to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet are all practitioners!

Some people gain planetary energy as “fighting qi”, use the creation sand table to create a fighting qi civilization, and the people on the planet are all fighters!

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “soul power”, and uses the creation sand table to create a soul civilization, and the people on the planet are all soul masters!

It is “magic” for someone to obtain planetary energy, use the creation sandbox to create a magical civilization, and the people on the planet are all magicians!

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Everyone is trying their best to evolve a magical civilization system.

However, Wang Yi used the memory of his previous life to start the evolution of the “prehistoric” civilization!

“Your world-destroying laser cannon is powerful, and I have Pangu, the son of Dao! A single ax down will bring your world back to chaos!”

“Your thousands of angels are powerful, I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and I will beat you every minute!”

“Your dark army is awesome, I have a Buddhist quasi-sage who will transform you in minutes!”

“…”

This is a story of crushing all kinds of extraordinary civilizations with prehistoric civilizations!

Ps: This book is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental! Do not imitate!

Don’t spray if you don’t like it!

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3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters.

“Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!”

“Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.”

Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering.

“Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?”

Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two!

“My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”