NPC Town-building Game - Chapter 7.1 - God Whom We Worship Saves Us

Bai Fan was a Chinese medical university student who woke up as a Japanese high school student named Kitagawa Tera about half a month ago.It was just like a typical starting point in a novel. He re-experienced life as a high school student in his twenties. Youthful, energetic girls, and colorful love comedies…That should have been the original plot…However, heaven was obviously playing a joke on Bai Fan as he had not inherited any memories of the original Kitagawa Tera.Follow the level-headed and cold Kitagawa Teru as he navigated around his new world with the ‘System’ that constantly gave him supernatural quests to clear.

Upon awakening, Zhou Sui finds himself a low-level Qi Refiner in the Cultivation World. Fortunately, he obtains the Supreme Gu God Bowl, which allows him to cultivate various Gu Insects.

Cultivating the Spring Autumn Gu can prolong his life and bestow immortality.

Cultivating the Golden Cicada Gu grants the ability to revive the dead and regenerate flesh and bone.

Cultivating the Dragon Elephant Gu gives him the Power of Dragon Elephant and the Dragon Elephant’s Body, making him invulnerable.

Yet, the first Gu Insect he cultivates happens to be the Obsession Gu.

From then on, he discovers a broad path of cultivation.

As time changes and landscapes shift, the only constants are my eternal life and the everlasting Zhou family.

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