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

"This matter cannot be forced. When the time comes, if we can meet, we naturally will. Let him be for now," the elder's apparition pondered momentarily before slowly speaking.


"No need to contact me in the future, just knowing he is safe is enough. After all, our contact does carry the risk of being discovered. Do you understand?"


Upon hearing the elder's instructions, Zhou Yian nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.


Then, the apparition in front of Zhou Yian gradually began to dissipate and eventually disappeared from his sight.


Seeing the elder's apparition disappear, Zhou Yian's originally tense expression relaxed, and he even showed a hint of joy.


"In the future, who knows, maybe with the young master's help, I can return to the master's side." Looking into the empty void in front of him, Zhou Yian sighed and muttered.


Chapter 234: Ascetic Practice