The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus - Chapter 308

”When I tell you to proceed with Plan A, you can’t just ignore it and go with Plan B,” said the king.

“Take me in, I’ll do anything you want me to!”

Yu Chi transmigrated to a world covered with savage, barren lands, where more than 10,000 races fought to ascend to the top. He began his life in this world in imprisonment.

While the others had completely forgotten about his existence, he took out a bamboo stick that he had been carrying with him since his previous life.

The souls of ancient divine beasts could be found in various savage lands and rivers.

His bamboo stick could communicate with these ancient souls.

When he fished at the Death Sea of Hades, he got the voice of Naga Siren.

When he fished at the Ice River of Skeletons, he received the attack power of Blobfish.

When he fished at the Lake of Grotto-Heaven, he obtained the golden eyes of the Five-Talon Divine Dragon.

When he fished at the Cliff of Hanging Candles, he acquired the fire of the Nine-Tailed White Fox.

In the blink of an eye, millions of years had passed. Deities and pet beasts from various corners of the world came to congratulate Yu Chi on his wedding.

A prominent figure couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you so terrifying?”

As Yu Chi stared at his gorgeous wife, the memories of him fighting millions of devils in the Underworld flashed in his mind.

He then smiled and replied, “There’s nothing I can boast about. I was just lucky.”

Every drop of this family bloodline is stained with sin. They are the embodiment of contradiction; calm yet maniacal, with great memories yet often forgetful. They pledge themselves to their dreams yet often compromise, are angels that are also devils… It’s why I hate them. And also love them.

The only hope of his family, a youth with the blood of elves and devils walks on a battleground of annihilation and rebirth. He wills his way through boiling lava and icy depths, killing on this field of despair to strike down the lofty figure in his sight. One day he’ll grasp his blade tightly and survey his surroundings, only to find no more enemies to kill.