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Martial Artist in a Cultivation World

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!
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The Almighty Goddes

This novel unfolds as a descent into the deepest labyrinth of existence, where light itself becomes a fragile illusion and darkness is not merely the absence of illumination, but the very foundation of reality. It is not a tale confined within worlds, galaxies, or universes. It is a narrative that begins before beginnings, when there was neither void nor being, yet an eternal entity already existed — Yahweh, the primeval shadow and ineffable source that predates Multiversal expansion, Outversal concepts, Omniversal hierarchies, and even the highest frameworks that seek to define "All." Yahweh’s existence challenges the very definition of "existence," because He simply was, long before existence was granted the permission to exist. The story follows Leo, a human cast into this abyss of conflicts between gods, devils, and forces beyond comprehension. His journey is not one of simple heroism but one of revelation and corruption, as he uncovers the unspeakable truths of creation. In this world, power is not measured in physical might alone, but in the capacity to endure knowledge that erodes the soul. Leo finds himself entangled in wars that stretch across metaphysical horizons, where demons embody humanity’s forgotten sins, and gods themselves are fractured mirrors of Yahweh’s eternal mystery. The novel does not shy away from questions that shatter human logic: What is weakness? What is strength? What is the purpose of suffering when even omnipotence trembles before the unknown? These are not rhetorical musings, but the chains that bind every character within this dark cosmos. Yahweh once whispered: “Weakness is yourself. The moment you acknowledge it, it consumes you. You are your own abyss.” That phrase echoes like a curse throughout all dimensions, shaping the philosophy of every god, devil, and wanderer in the tale. The tone of this narrative is unrelentingly bleak, yet profoundly introspective. It is a descent into existential horror, metaphysical warfare, and the unraveling of truths no mortal mind was designed to endure. The darkness here is not an enemy to be defeated — it is the eternal condition of reality, a constant reminder that all light is temporary, all hope is fragile, and all beings are but shadows cast upon Yahweh’s immeasurable silence. This novel is not merely a battle between a protagonist and the abyss. It is a chronicle of the futility of categorizing reality itself, and the journey of one human, Leo, who dares to confront both his inner fragility and the outer monstrosities that reflect it. His battle is not to win, but to understand, and perhaps in that understanding lies a form of transcendence darker than annihilation itself.
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