"Smack smack smack....."
"Hmm.....?"
Wait a minute... why does it feel like I'm kissing thin air?
Qin Luo's little hand doesn't feel like this....
Su Muwan's eyelashes fluttered lightly as a breeze carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees brushed past her nose.
She opened her eyes in confusion.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Whoosh!
She abruptly sat up, her eyes wide with shock as she took in her surroundings.
She found herself lying beneath an ancient towering tree.
Millions of leaves woven into a canopy high above, their veins pulsing with liquid spiritual energy.
What the—?!
Su Muwan's pupils trembled.
After annihilating the Ghost Domain,
Didn’t I go back to play watery-lingering techniques with Qin Luo?
How did I end up transmigrating again?
Huh?
Seriously, can’t I at least finish playing before getting thrown into another world?!
Su Muwan was speechless.
She covered her face—this had to be that damn bronze cauldron’s doing. It was bad enough transmigrating in the minor world,
But now, even in the greater cosmos, I still have to deal with this?!
Are you kidding me?!
But whatever.
Finding Qin Luo comes first.
With that thought,
Su Muwan pushed herself up, her palms sinking into the soft velvet grass beneath her.
The blades of grass unfurled into butterfly-wing shapes at her touch. She blinked in surprise.
Even the most ordinary grass here shimmered with golden veins, radiating dense spiritual energy.
This piqued her interest.
Well, well.
What kind of place is this?
How is spiritual energy so abundant it’s practically overflowing?
The next moment—
"ROAR!!"
A distant beast’s cry echoed, carrying an overwhelming pressure despite the distance.
Su Muwan’s gaze sharpened—this place... was no joke!
So...
Where’s Qin Luo??
She blinked. Oh right.
They had a mental link.
...
...
Meanwhile.
Smack smack smack....
Hmm...
This is weird...
This doesn’t taste like the young miss at all...
Feels like I’m kissing air...
And... it’s so noisy outside...
Qin Luo was jolted awake by the sound of bone flutes.
He opened his eyes groggily—and froze.
Dozens of wild men, their bodies painted with blood-red totems and clad in peculiar animal hides, were dancing in a circle around him.
Crystalline cores were embedded in their foreheads, and with every step, their feet left scorched marks on the ground.
The sight instantly made Qin Luo realize—
Oh great...
We’ve... transmigrated again?
Seeing Qin Luo awake, the eldest Shaman raised a staff made of human bone.
"@#￥%……&!"
Thud!
Spouting words Qin Luo couldn’t understand, the Shaman suddenly drove the staff into the earth.
The next second—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Vines erupted from the ground, thorny tendrils lashing toward Qin Luo’s neck.
"Oooh! Oooh!"
The wild men cheered,
As if this were some sacred ritual.
Except...
Qin Luo smirked and snapped his fingers.
Darkness surged.
The vines withered to ash in an instant.
He leisurely brushed fallen leaves from his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the cores in the wild men’s foreheads. "So their power comes from those crystals..."
"Using them to mimic spells."
"Interesting."
With that,
Qin Luo raised a hand toward the lead Shaman, shadows swirling in his palm.
BOOM!
A shockwave blasted the Shaman backward.
"!! Eek-yaaa!!"
The Shaman dropped his bone staff in terror, covering his head and prostrating on the ground.
"Eeeek! Oooh!"
The other wild men recoiled, pressing themselves flat against the earth in fear.
But Qin Luo’s expression turned odd.
He scanned the group.
His senses told him these wild men possessed terrifyingly dense spiritual energy—
Each one was like a walking spiritual nuke.
Not only did their energy dwarf that of cultivators from the greater cosmos, but their physical bodies were absurdly resilient.
That last attack would’ve left even a Supreme Realm expert gravely injured.
Yet this Shaman didn’t have a scratch?
Absolutely terrifying.
If these people were in the greater cosmos, their sheer physicality alone could bulldoze most sacred sects.
Thinking this,
Qin Luo extended a finger and performed a quick divination.
His eyes narrowed.
Good news—he confirmed this was indeed a world reached through the bronze cauldron’s transmigration.
Bad news... they’d overshot.
This place...
Had no concept of [cultivators].
It was a completely primitive, savage era.
Fantastic.
Qin Luo rubbed his temples, then glanced at the cowering wild men.
A barbaric age...
What kind of plot trigger would send them back?
[Qin Luo! Where are you?! Answer me!]
Su Muwan’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
He blinked and briefly explained the situation.
[What?! A savage era? So no snacks, no internet? Just like when we transmigrated to the Profound Heaven Realm?]
[Theoretically, yes.]
[Waaah! No way! I refuse! This place sucks! Take me back!]
[Don’t panic, young miss. I’ll fetch you.]
A short while later,
Qin Luo used shadow teleportation to pull Su Muwan over.
Trailing behind her was a peculiar snow-white kitten.
It timidly hid behind Su Muwan’s heels, peeking out with just its head. The cat looked strange—feline, but with two tiny horns atop its head.
"Young miss, what’s this fluffy thing?"
Qin Luo pointed at the kitten.
"Huh? This?"
Su Muwan glanced down, then scratched her cheek sheepishly. "Earlier, I heard some monster roars and went to check it out."
"Found two giant beasts that killed each other in battle. This little guy was the only survivor."
"I didn’t even do anything, and it just started following me."
The kitten let out a timid meow.
Qin Luo nodded. "Seems it thinks you’re a good person. Got a name for it?"
"I’ll take the first part as a compliment. As for the name..."
Su Muwan pondered. "Hmm..."
Then it hit her. "Let’s call it Snowball."
"Such a lazy name."
"Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!"
Su Muwan huffed and punched Qin Luo’s arm, then immediately deflated. "Wait, this isn’t the time for that."
"How do we get back? What kind of plot do we need to trigger to return to our original era?"
"More importantly..."
She pointed at the prostrating wild men, her face twisting in disgust. "What the heck are these guys?"
"Clearly, the local natives. Though there’s a bit of a language barrier."
"So what do we do?"
"I have an idea."
Qin Luo stepped forward and placed a hand on the Shaman’s head.
Under the terrified gaze of the onlookers, a surge of shadowy energy flooded into the man's features.
"Arghhhh!!!"
A moment later.
Qin Luo lowered his hand.
The Shaman cried out twice before falling silent, realizing the pain had vanished.
Then,
under the awestruck stares of the crowd,
Qin Luo spread his arms wide.
With divine solemnity, he gazed upon the dozens of tribesmen before him.
[Natural Charisma + Whispering Winds! Activate!]
In a deep, resonant voice—
he spoke in the very tongue of these wild men.
"Hear me!"
"I am the Shadow Deity! Bow before me, and my protection shall be upon your tribe!"
The words struck like thunder.
The tribesmen froze—then, as one, dropped to their knees.
Tears streaming down their faces, they chanted in fervor:
"Our Lord! Our Lord!"
"Our Lord! Our Lord!"
Humm—!
Streaks of golden light rose from the tribesmen, spiraling into Qin Luo's body.
Faith Energy—acquired!
Witnessing this spectacle, Su Muwan tilted her head in confusion: ?
What in the world just happened?
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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