A Journey of Black and Red - Chapter 169: Guns and Glory! Pearls are Forever

During the Third Great Ninja War, facing numerous enemies, Mirukawa Kaito was not in a hurry, and his hands quickly formed seals.“Water Style: Water Shuriken”“Lightning Style: Thunderbolt”“Ice Style: Ice Beam”“Lava Style: Precipice Blades”…Everything returned to calm.In the messy battlefield, Mirukawa Kaito fell into deep thought. He looked at [Focus Sash] on his left wrist and [Mystic Water] on his right hand.After a long silence, he threw the newly obtained [Onion] hard to the ground!“Damn! I am really a Pokémon, right?!”

"The trials ahead to prove my worth? I'll crush them !! Enemies? I'll slaughter them!! " Waking up in a new body and a new world after dying on Earth, Long Chen embarks on a new journey in a world filled with gods and demons. A world where myriad of life forms exist and humans can cultivate and become immortals. Watch him rise to prominence with a supreme inheritance and his hard work as he slaughtered everyone who stood in his path. Watch His journey as he became known in the Universe as the Demon God, the ruler of death forcing the heavens to bow before him. Known as the second inheritor, what happened to the first one? Who does this legacy belongs to? What secrets is the universe hiding? *** Instagram: Author_deangel —————————————————————————————— Buy me a coffee and support me on Ko-fi : https://ko-fi.com/deangel Patreon: Patreon.com/DeAngel Join my discord:https://discord.gg/2AGkydg PS: Please read at least more than 30 chapters as first 10-20 chapters aren't what I consider great myself. But it's my first novel and they were the first chapters I wrote. Seriously it gets better with time. _________________________________ PS: I don't own the cover artwork. All rights of the cover belong to the Original artist. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the artist. If you are the artist, you can contact me.

Fate had never been kind to Ji Ning. Wracked by illnesses and infirm his entire life on Earth, Ji Ning knew early on that he would die as a teenager. What he didn’t know was that there really was such a thing as life after death and that the multiverse was a far larger place than he thought.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.