My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator - Chapter 764 - His Wife Has Many Secrets

An earthquake, another world, and a tentacle monster in his basement claiming to be his wife are just the beginning of a chaotic new life for Nick. He has new, dangerous, and exciting neighbors to get along with, people who want to kill him just for existing, and monsters with a taste for blood.But he's going to do his best to get to the bottom of everything and maybe even find a way back home. Even if he doesn't, he's at least not alone, for better or for worse.

Having transmigrated into a little farmer girl, her father passed and her mother turned crazed. Facing a frail household, Qian Yixiu remained calm, her rise relied on strength, and also on the luck she had when being a “ghost”.Together with her younger brother, she strived to build wealth with one hand and protect her beauty with the other...

What would happen if someday, someone gave humans the opportunity to have the power of the legends?Total Chaos!That's the answer to that, people started killing, r*ping, extorting and torturing, to become the strongest.In such a world, a nerd like Eric became one of the strongest.With the resolve of a better life for his family, his loved ones, he managed to flip his destiny around, and become the strongest, and built his Empire.He went so far, that he was close to ascending to the Immortal World, that world of dreams.His story looks like one of a fairytale, but a fairytale it's not.Just as he was about to ascend, he was betrayed and killed, by his closest friends, and his half-brother.At the death's door, he learned about his brother's atrocities, but his time had finished.If only he had another chance!If only he could have another shot at life!He would definitely live differently!But could he!?At that moment his soul was transferred into a black space!

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…