Serial Player - Chapter 1605 - 1144: The Journey Home

Sun Dasheng, a 35-year-old worker, has just been laid off. What adds insult to injury is that his wife decides to divorce him and goes after a rich man.Unemployment and divorce, the blows come one after another!When his life seems bleak and dark, he awakens a system, which allows him to return to his youth and roll in money.

Meng Yu’s Golden Finger was called “Corruption Strengthens Tenfold, Becoming a Demon Strengthens Hundredfold,”both extremely fierce and convenient to use. “Those who consume Qi are divine and long-lived, constructing the foundation of ten-thousand generations, and on the day they achieve immortality (’Dan’), they break the self of yesteryears (’Infant’), transforming into heaven and earth, thus becoming immortals.” This is the eternally correct tale of the Qi Refinement Practitioner Meng Yu’s grand cultivation adventure.

Gao You transmigrated into a parallel version of the Northern Song Dynasty in Dream of Splendor. At the very beginning, he married Zhao Pan’er in a grand wedding ceremony.“Pan’er, isn’t your husband supposed to be a fool?” Sun Sanniang asked. “How did he manage to enrage Ouyang Xu to the point of smoke coming out of his ears?”“If brother-in-law is a fool, then there are no smart people left in the world!” Song Yinzhan said.“Can a fool write a medical book for the ages? Can he reclaim the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun?” Fan Zhongyan asked.“This is clearly the royal son I lost and have now regained!” The Emperor said.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.——————————In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.