The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"Skilled in strategy, not quite like your father," Uncle Li Dong laughed, "However, it's rather straightforward, no deceit, open scheming."


"It can't be called open scheming, but someone in the Chen Family has to do these things," Chen Yu replied.


"Going home, cultivating, painting," Chen Yu said.


"Painting a sky full of Buddhas," Chen Yu smiled in response.


"Ambitious, go ahead," Uncle Li Dong said.


With that, Chen Yu bowed again, he unfolded a painting scroll and released a Green Ox.


Then the young Demigod sat horizontally on the Green Ox, stepping on clouds and flew into the sky.


Qing Chen watched this scene in stunned silence; he hadn't expected the Demigod of the Chen Family… to have a somewhat immortal aura.


549, Taking you all home_4