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?

"It's an interesting differentiation, the martial sects are divided by animals, while the Secret Spirit Master organizations express themselves through plants."


Seated within the Endless Abyss, Qin Muye browsed through massive amounts of information. Of course, this was no longer his own body, but the manifestation of the Abyss, the Shadow Equipment, the Book of the Sage.


"At first, I thought it was merely Secret Martial imitating, but it turned out there really is such a distinction."


"Both have extremely similar cultivation methods, like Secret Martial requires training from a young age to perfectly exhibit the characteristics of the sect, while the Secret Spirit also needs to be implanted from a young age for better symbiosis."


Qin Muye, looking at the information compiled from the mass of intelligence, was also a bit surprised.


"The best age is around five years old, not only for laying the foundation but also for cultivating loyalty."


Chapter 379: The Path of Martial Arts, Whose Will?