Lord_Olethros

The Chaos War, a time when even the gods fought for survival, was an unexpected and cataclysmic event. The reasons for its occurrence remain shrouded in mystery, and in the new era, all traces of the world before the war have been erased from existence.

The universe, the immortal realm, and even the domain of the gods were all affected, and no one was spared from the aftermath of the conflict. The beings who lived before the war are now known as ancient gods, and their legends continue to captivate and inspire the people of the new era.

Chen Tian, who was killed due to a treasure from the ancient era, finds himself reincarnated in a strange and unfamiliar place known as Earth. 

Unlike his previous life, the people here are only mortal and rely heavily on technology for their daily lives, and the concept of cultivation is unknown to them.

Thinking that he would have an easy life in this new world, Chen Tian quickly realizes this world is far from simple.

Join Chen Tian on his journey in discovering mysteries that will leave even gods shocked, and witness how he becomes a powerful cultivator, fighting against immortals and gods.
PS: I don't own the cover. I got it from pinterest.

On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

Han Li's raven-black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting sharply with her pale complexion. Her cold, calculating eyes scanned the surroundings with a predator's precision.

Though she lacked conventional beauty, an undeniable allure emanated from her presence—a captivating, unconventional charm.

Behind her stood eight individuals, each exuding an air of superiority. They observed the scene with detached interest, as if witnessing a spectacle they had seen countless times before.

Turning her gaze toward her younger brother, Han Lang, Han Li's lips curled into a sneer. Her voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the evening air.

"You always bring trouble wherever you go, don't you, foolish brother?" she remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.

Han Lang clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as her words struck like daggers. He had heard them a hundred times before, yet they stung just the same.

Is that a threat?