Spirit Primordial System - Chapter 32: Ch

"I want to run away from everything."

Wu Chi is thrust into a parallel realm where myth and reality collide, and the heavens themselves are in turmoil. Armed with a mysterious, world-altering treasure, Wu Chi possesses the ability to reshape his domain like no one before him. Imagine turning a simple farm into a Spirit Field that skyrockets crop yields by 1000%, or upgrading a mere well into the Moon Well, a magical source of instant healing and energy.His journey doesn’t stop at farming—his Archery Towers become Elemental Towers, capable of annihilating foes with devastating magic, while his Barracks evolve into a Cultivation Academy, breeding legions of immortal swordmasters ready to conquer all.With wealth, power, beauty, and endless possibilities within his reach, Wu Chi has one goal: to claim it all. But in a world teeming with gods, demons, and fierce competitors, will he rise above the chaos or fall victim to it?Get ready for a tale where every decision could lead to unimaginable glory—or destruction. All People Lord is not just a story—it’s an odyssey of ambition, strength, and the relentless quest for immortality. Brace yourself for a ride that will keep you on the edge of your seat!

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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.