The Tycoon God of Online Gaming - Chapter 910 - 911: Irrelevant to Others, Whether to Activate Combat Power Depends on My Mood

Sorry if you were reading the first chapters of this novel (Vol 1), as I deleted them due to the fact that they had many (too many) grammatical errors, coherence errors, and more, as well as differences in the timeline and several important events explained in the main novel.But don't worry, I will rewrite and edit these chapters, writing well every event and development of our MC so you can enjoy a good reading :DI will upload these chapters again but in another section, I will make another novel just for the past of our MC.Once the novel is up, I will let you know either here in this section or in the comment box of the current chapters for those who are up to date with the chapters. *SynopsisA great expert and powerful Immortal of the Immortal World, decided to sacrifice himself to save one of his disciples and send her away from the place, while finally he was dragged toward the immense and dark abyss.But inexplicably he was moved to the void, where apparently the Great Dao itself would take his life and soul to show him the true meaning of the Dao, but thinking of his dear ones, he refused to die and defied the Heavenly Laws at that moment, resulting imminently in his defeat.Later, he wakes up and realizes that he is still truly alive but has apparently fallen to a lower plane, a small world where the Chi spirit is scarce and there are demonic beasts that attack a City that seems to be the only possible human settlement in that whole small world, while humans practice a type of ancient martial arts to become stronger.However, his cultivation is still there, but it is currently restricted and enclosed by the same Heavenly Laws. In short, he has a Heavenly Seal that restricts almost all his might.What will Ling Tian do in order to return to the Immortal World while gradually removing his Heavenly Seal so that his cultivation and power return to him?Ling Tian will slowly understand the mysteries and conjectures about the Great Dao itself, realizing that there could be great danger in the future concerning all forms of life and existence.

I have given up power that can make the strongest of men tremble. I bore scars very few can imagine; loved women, very few had the gall to talk; and tread paths with chaosfiends.

“And I'm still standing.”

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Gale was summoned into a mysterious world of magic and monsters for no particular reason. Thrown into squabbles of beings vastly higher than him, Gale strived to make a place for himself in the vain dream of immortality and a better world.

That was six years ago.

Beaten and battered from years of brutal war, Gale finally had enough and resolved to start over a new peaceful life in a totally unremarkable town with his trustworthy companion, Vale. Give up the weapon of slaughter and take up a hoe? That seemed like a fine deal to him.

Unfortunately, the valley wasn't as unremarkable as he thought it to be. Dictatorial governing bodies, suspicious practitioners, an exceedingly unwelcoming guest, and a secret that would change the entire world, all impeded his peaceful life. Gale will need all his mental stability to keep his temper in check, lest he brutalises his way out of trouble. Again.

The ancient continent of Wu is a place where cultivation is law and the strong reign supreme. Thousands fall to their knees when the strong appear, and rivers of blood flow when they’re angered.

A peak expert known as Xie Di fell and was reborn in a young man beaten into idiocy. He lost all of his memories and his cultivation was crippled, causing him to be despised by all. To rid his shame and fight against the destiny of being toyed by others, the young man cultivated with all his strength, killing experts, and splattering the whole country with blood. All until the day he becomes a martial god who shatters the firmament and scorns mortals.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…