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

The gate was split open — was there an entrance to a Small World?


Ever since Liu Yun had expanded the Wanxiang Sect and placed the gate in that realm, over three hundred years had passed. Yet, an entrance to a Small World had never been discovered there.


Now, suddenly an entrance to a small world had appeared; how could it not be surprising?


"Are you sure?" Lin Qian asked with focused attention and received an accurate response. It was indeed a strange occurrence at the former gate of Wanxiang Sect.


Based on the results of remote observations from the battle ship, Lin Qian still trusted them quite a bit. Since the scribes in the command room were so certain, there mustn't be a mistake.


Chapter 139: One Hundred Thousand Army