Blue Sky Washing Rain

Lu Ze transmigrated to the interstellar era two thousand years later.
The previous owner of this body had lovey-dovey parents and a cute little sister. Although his cultivation talent was ordinary, his life was fulfilling. It could be said to be a dream start. Lu Ze was very happy.
However, as soon as he slept, he came to a strange dimension.
He almost got taken out trying to fight an one meter tall huge white rabbit. After making the arduous kill, Lu Ze found that things didn't seem to be so simple.
After killing prey in this dimension, he could get little orbs that could be used for cultivation.
This was going to make him an eternal jungler.
But he seemed to be able to hope for domination of the cosmos and invincibility?

Pocket Hunting Dimension

Currently, Maomao was full of killing intent. If he could find the bastard who did this, he would let the person know how serious of a mistake it was for him to be born into this world.

He expanded his mental force into every corner. Despite this, he didn't find anything abnormal.

Using mental force at this degree was too exhausting. In a few minutes, sweat trickled down. He felt his head bursting with pain, but he didn't stop.

Damned space transmission god art!

This type of god art was too unfair. As long as space wasn't locked, one could go wherever he wanted.

If not for that, even a level-five planetary state would take quite some time to damage the door of the motor room.

He didn't find this person anywhere!

Maomao's chest felt heavy. This fury was raging.

Smart Maomao