The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character - Chapter 134 - 136

“Seek poetry within rigorous logic, understand the essence of existence in endless exploration.” —Qiao ZeWelcome to a school prodigy novel without a system, where intelligence crushes all, for your appreciation!PS: This text is a light-hearted daily life story of a school prodigy.Readers who do not enjoy slice-of-life stories, please consume with caution.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.

After transmigrating to the Great Desolation world, he became Dijun.At first, he did not want to be this demon emperor, just wished to be a carefree innate sage. However, appointed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he had no choice but to take on this heavy responsibility.As for the war between the Witches and Demons, Dijun is not interested at all, he only wants to lead the demon clan in building the Great Desolation, and win the favor of heaven and earth, earning virtues and fortune.And the Zhou Tian Star Array, was it created for battle? Dividing day and night, establishing the four seasons, transforming chaos into innate aura, benefiting the Great Desolation, this is the true purpose of the Zhou Tian Star Array.With virtues and fortune upon them, who dares to provoke the demon clan?Under Dijun’s leadership, the entire demon clan continually contributes their strength to the construction of the Great Desolation.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.