Requiem of Subdued Souls - Chapter 41: Lion Dance (9)

Amidst much anticipation, the virtual reality game Dark Land, a decade in the making, has finally launched. However, its steep price has caused many long-time fans to hesitate. Meanwhile, an obscure game has gained massive attention, cleverly capitalizing on Dark Land's popularity.Qi Sheng: ”I've got a link to a cracked version of Dark Land! Free and legit!“

By the age of thirty, Chen Feng, who had contracted a terminal illness, saw his luck turn after getting divorced. Winning the lottery, encountering a wave of romantic interests, and ultimately even his illness was cured... How could all this happen? The extremely lucky Chen Feng felt somewhat overwhelmed.

In the vast world of immortals, with creatures crawling on the ground like ants, He Qingge transmigrated into the world of cultivation. Although he didn’t have much talent, fortunately, he awakened a talented ability!

【The Heart of Beast Taming】

1. Contract: With each advancement to a higher realm, you can contract one tamed beast. At the time of the contract, the tamed beast’s cultivation level cannot be one major level higher than your own level.

2. Sharing: You can share all the abilities and talents of the contracted tamed beast.

3. Tamed Beast Affinity: All spiritual beasts will have a good impression of you when they see you for the first time.

4. Insight: You can obtain simple insights into the information of spiritual beasts.

After twenty years of hard work and planning, He Qingge finally developed his tamed beasts’ potential and reached the peak of cultivation in one night. After countless ages, he looked down from the sky, overlooking the world with his tamed beasts by his side, roars echoing through the ages.

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