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 seems that Xiao Fan can't sit still anymore and is preparing to go out for some experience," Qin Muye mused as he checked for any recent special events.


As the protagonist, what he often encountered were those special events that occurred once every ten years, once a century, or even once every millennium.


Take, for example, the opening of the Sky Tower, which happened once every ten years and was scheduled for the middle of this year, roughly three months away.


If the other party intended to reach a certain strength within three months, it was absolutely impossible to just stay and cultivate at the academy. They would have to venture out and struggle for life-and-death moments to achieve breakthroughs on the battlefield.


Don't ask how he knew it, because the other party had already packed up and gone out for experience.


He pulled out a map to pinpoint the other's location and then estimated the route he would likely take.


Chapter 484: Control the Direction of the Plot