The Strongest War God - Chapter 1914: Summoning the Crippled Bodies

The Heavenly Dao exists.

It decides what is right and what is wrong. To act against it is to sin, to act according to it is to be blessed by its graces.

The world of cultivation is difficult, an unchanging principle. Yet there are those who are cherished by the Heavens, cuddled into rising above all and everyone else. How can this be? Why must this be?

What is moral and just? What is evil and immoral?!

WHY DOES IT GET TO DECIDE?!

So we, the Sinners, we act against the Heavenly Daos, grasp our own fates in hopes of truly overturning them.

This is a Journey of a young boy born Blessed, but turned Sinner.

The greatest sinner of them all.

Traveling through the world of One Piece and becoming Luffy’s brother, Monkey D. Summer, he followed the dragon around the revolution since he was a child.

Until the age of sixteen, Xia Xia left the Revolutionary Army, sailed alone on the sea, and recruited partners to form the Smile Pirates, out of control, the young and powerful Xia quickly entered the eyes of the Navy, and issued an invitation letter, making Xia a The youngest Shichibukai ever.

Warring States: After all, I paid the wrong person. I didn’t expect that the most vicious criminal in the world, Monkey D. Long, had his revolutionary ideas from Xia Xia. The most outrageous thing was that Xia Xia turned out to be your grandson, the bastard Karp. Sure enough, the source of all the chaos was you.

Karp: (*￣rǒ￣)

Crane: I didn’t expect such a smart child to be Karp’s grandson. It’s too surprising. Who would have thought that the most peaceful country in the world is actually governed by a revolutionary army. What a great irony, alas! .

Karp: ค(TㅅT)ค, Xiaohe, I’m heartbroken

Akainu: Compared with the pirates, Xia Xia, who has the evil blood of the revolutionary army dragon, is even more difficult to ignore. It must be solved as soon as possible!

Xia Tian: Oh, just rely on you rock dog?

Fly with one punch!

Kaido: Even me, under the iron fist of summer, I have to cowardly, this guy is simply not human.

Summer: It is necessary, but I want to become the existence of One Punch Man in the world of pirates.

Whitebeard: It’s really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. The title of the strongest man in the world has changed hands.

Summer: Hey, low-key, low-key, just a fake name.

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A poor orphan, who lost both parents, stumbles upon a mysterious space and embarks on the path of cultivating immortality. From then on, he cultivates spiritual herbs, refines immortal pills, opens a shop, practices military formations, and establishes an immortal kingdom…This story is about cultivating immortality and farming, with a focus on ordinary people, not horses.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.