Nine Realms Sword Emperor - Chapter 877 - 878: Adventure Plan

Transcendent awakening, Eternal Night is coming.Pei Jinye transmigrated into a Federation-controlled world as an ordinary high school student, starting off destitute and with a gloomy future.Luckily, he could pick up Attribute Light Groups and synthesize Transcendents.【Spirit·Blood Spear】: Transform spiritual power into a spear, capable of Devouring the opponent’s memories and stripping away their Transcendent!【Body·King Kong】: Blood energy flourishing, King Kong with Furious Eyes, an invincible Physical Body!【Power·Savage Mountain】: Unmatched stamina, a force that could swallow ten thousand miles!……In the Year 404 of the Star Calendar, the divinations were extremely ominous.That year in the Eastern Continent, divine prophecies descended, and disciples of the old gods walked the earth.In the Western Continent, a vile flame shot into the sky, and a Taoist set off with his Golden Lotus.Swordsmen from the North Continent threw down the gauntlet, aiming to be the best in the world.Priests from the Southern Continent, in the name of the new gods, hunted the disciples of the old gods.And Central State became the central battlefield, embroiled in chaos, too preoccupied with internal strife to care for anything else.It was also this year that Pei Jinye agonized over whether he should infiltrate the Federation as a disciple of the old gods or hunt down the disciples of the old gods as a Federation enforcer…“How did everyone end up being my people in the end?”

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.