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

At this moment, the rectangular Tactical Mirror displayed the current situation at the Wanxiang Sect's gate.


The originally picturesque gate of the Wanxiang Sect, with its continuous mountain ranges, had become a desolate land with not a blade of grass in sight, all transformed into a crimson scorched earth, filled with a bloody aura.


The once dense forests of the Wanxiang Sect had now turned into rows of withered trees, the ground cracked and parched, truly a Dead Land.


Seeing the current state of the Wanxiang Sect, Lin Qian found it all too familiar, almost identical to the Dead Land Realm of the Middle Ages relics' Small World.


The only difference was that now, a thin blood-colored aura enveloped the mountain gate of the Wanxiang Sect.


At the same time, at the very center of the Wanxiang Sect, a huge opening had split open, and from within hovered an indistinct glow, constantly absorbing the surrounding blood-colored aura.


Chapter 141: Essence of Flesh and Blood