MTL - Your Majesty Please Calm Down - Chapter 50

Zac was alone in the middle of the forest when the world changed.

The whole planet was introduced to the multiverse by an unfeeling System... or God. A universe where an endless number of races and civilizations fought for power and dominion. Zac finds himself stuck in the wilderness surrounded by deadly beasts, demons, and worse. Alone, lost and without answers, he must find the means to survive and get stronger in this new cut-throat reality.

With only a ha

Dad promises that I will be always there with you, my little baby.

It was Ye Qian's promise to his child who was yet to be born.

However, fate didn't seem to agree as it took his life in the form of an accident before he could see his little one's face.

The promise that was made to his wife and daughter reverberated as he left the world, just two months before the child was born.

He died, but his soul transmigrated to another body in a different realm.

5000 years of deliberate cultivation in the heavenly realm as a venerable, helped him to reveal the secrets that could pave way for his return to the mortal world.

Finally, he achieved the ultimate power to break through the spatial tear and returned to earth.

Don't worry, my baby. Dad is on the way to meet you, He chanted as he confronted the tribulation. Even when earthly suppression depleted his cultivation, he frets not.

All he wants is to meet his family and fulfil the word he once gave to his daughter and her mother.

Let's accompany Ye Qian in his journey to search for his family and witness his efforts to keep his wife and daughter happy as he helps them to cultivate, for an eternity together.

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.