Mountain withered bones

Li Muyang had transmigrated, and the good news was that he had a system. The bad news was that this system could only be used to play games.
Oh well, if it's playing games, then so be it. It's better than having nothing.
In the game, he was powerful and mysterious, causing the extraordinary fairies to be shaken to their core. Since it's just a game, there's no problem in aiming for the full compendium route, right?
It wasn’t until one day that the fairies from the game showed up at his door that Li Muyang was truly startled. What was supposed to be just a game, how did it become real?
"So... listen to my excuse!"
I was really just playing a game!!

The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

The pitch-black python robe, although wide-sleeved, could not conceal the burly figure beneath it.


The old man, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, stood sternly amidst the cold wind, robust as a mountain.


Violent blood qi and a resolute intent to kill solidified around him.


It was as if he stood amidst a mist of blood, each move he made influencing the vital energies of this realm.


The strongest warrior of the Tianyuan Dynasty, he was a veteran with fierce battle achievements and numerous honors.


In his lifetime, he had campaigned from south to north and slain countless foes, eliminating several of the greatest threats to the Tianyuan Dynasty.


In the chaotic disorder of the dynasty's twilight years, the only thing maintaining a semblance of stability within the dynasty's borders was the uprising of the Rushing Sky Army–a result of this old prince's years of campaigning and bloody battles.


Chapter 550: They Think Too Highly of Me