The Infinite Mystery - Chapter 3 - Birthmark

Chu Chen brought the temple in his heart to the Dachang Heavenly Dynasty and worshipped the Taoist gate.

Refining alchemy inside, repairing talisman outside;

Reciting sutras and convincing the spirit, fasting ceremony.

Palm thunder method, pinch sword art, step on Yu step, pray for sunshine and rain, call gods to send generals, relieve Erdu people, cut demons and demons…

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He returned from the hopeless future!

David crossed over to a new planet after getting killed on his previous one. This new planet is dangerous and filled with supernatural creatures like monsters and demons. Without enough power to protect yourself, you could get killed at any time.Unfortunately, David only has average talent and struggles to progress on this new planet. After 3 years of trying to become more powerful, he is eventually expelled from his warrior school due to his average talent.Faced with this situation, David doesn't know what to do. He is unsure if he will be able to survive on this planet or protect his family. For 3 years, he has not received any kind of help or advantage that would make his life easier.Ultimately, David almost loses hope and accepts his fate as an average person. However, just when he has given up, he suddenly receives a cheat or “Golden finger” that gives him the chance to become as powerful as the other geniuses on the planet.Will he get the chance to become powerful? On this new planet, he can be killed at any time by supernatural creatures. To learn more about David's journey, continue reading.

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