Ghost in the palace - Chapter 189: when silence warns louder than word

“What we are is but a mote of dust floating between heaven and earth, inconsequential and trivial.”Shi Jing was just an ordinary person living an equally ordinary life.Forced to transmigrate into the world of immortals and deities, awakening his SSS-Ranked skill and given a cultivation system.He pursue the dao.[Ding Ding!][SSS-Ranked Skill: Regression]Immortal Empress and Emperors reincarnates to pursue dao, while he regress infinitely. What takes others a thousand years to comprehend, he grasp in a single day! “Monster! My sword stroke took a million year to perfect, y-yet you performed it at a glance!”

There once was a very popular question on the internet:

If one morning, you woke up and realized that your gender had changed, what would be your first reaction?

And someone on the internet had famously responded:

First, give your bros a good time!

Su Jian remembered that when he saw this reply, he had slapped the table to express his admiration. What a good bro! Such loyalty!

But now that he actually encountered this strange situation himself, he could only feel an extremely ball-breaking alarm, shocked grief, and frightened anger. **** your mom! Ah, ****! **** it!

Oh, a correction. The above is grammatically incorrect. After all, poor Classmate Su Jian doesn’t have balls anymore.

Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value.Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique,【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor.Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.What in this world could last forever?Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.