MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara - Chapter 27 Rewards and "penalties"

Lin Jing had transmigrated.

And he had unlocked a System Space with its own Spirit Field.

Thus...

While others sought out the Secret Realm, he was farming.

While others fought over resources, he was practicing Alchemy.

It was in this way that he slowly grew with the passing years...

Until after countless ages, someone finally realized that the great one was actually him...

This book is also known as:

“First I Farm, Then Do Alchemy, I Seek Immortality by Holding On to Life”

Reincarnated as a baby who was in his mother’s womb for a hundred years, the moment Lin Xuan was born, the whole world was shocked.

The world ended, and from its ashes, a new society rose. One where strength was law, and the weak were nothing more than dust beneath the feet of the powerful.Malakai Von Sanguine was meant to be great, a direct descendant of one of the grand families of the dome, the Sanguine Clan. But at seven, he lost everything: his parents, his future, and his ability to evolve. Branded as worthless, his life became a living hell, forced to survive in a world where the unevolved were walking corpses.But fate wasn’t done with him yet.One fateful encounter changed everything.He evolved.What he acquired was something far beyond the limits of his clan, something most wouldn’t believe possible. A power that defied the very laws that governed their new society.Now, there is only one goal: revenge.The people who took everything from him… he will hunt them to the ends of the earth. He will burn their names from history and carve his vengeance into their very bones.No mercy. No forgiveness. No escape.They will die screaming.Or he will die trying.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.