Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

"Sister, what on earth happened just now? Why did you suddenly scream and run off?" Ye Xin squatted down, helping Liu Yueqian, who was frightened to the ground, "If it wasn't for Little Qian giving us the token, I'm afraid Sister would already be lost in the dense fog."


Lin Qian was also curious, looking at Liu Yueqian and waiting for her to explain.


They had been walking fine just moments ago when suddenly Liu Yueqian let out a piercing scream behind them, her Soul Power surging, her sword light overflowing, as she madly dashed into the dense fog.


If it wasn't for the tactical map, which could pinpoint Liu Yueqian's location through the previously given token, she might have lost her way in this Dead Land.


The fog within the Dead Land made it hard to see anything. Even after breaking through to the Nirvana Realm, when one could project their Soul Consciousness outside their body, the dense fog limited its reach to merely two or three zhang, and beyond that, it was impossible.


Chapter 78: The Murderer