The Lord of Taibai Water

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

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"It feels like an illusion, tsk, it must have been influenced by the time I created the 'Mystical Lord Seven Chapter Secret Scroll,'" Qin Muye could feel the unreal, illusory nature of it.


"Illusion Dream Realm, 'Mystical Lord Seven Chapter Secret Scroll', plus my Mystic Monarch Body, if I encounter a cultivation instance world next time, I absolutely have to be a Taoist Ancestor."


"Yes, Master," Black Hand responded and then began to notify and distribute the tasks.


"How's the spread of the new weapons going?" Qin Muye asked.


"The upgrade has been completed. As long as it's not Rank 8, it's not a problem to kill them," Black Hand paused for a moment, then said.


"Check everything again, we're about to go back to the server, who knows if the Terminator army from the Heavenly Net has been waiting for a while," said Qin Muye.


Chapter 331: Territory Trait·Seven Chapter Secret Scroll