Qingxuan Holy Land.
Wen Tian Pavilion.
A bronze mirror hovered in the air, surrounded by strands of Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm and dense Spiritual Energy, continuously converging upon it.
Nian Chaoxi sat cross-legged beneath the mirror, her hands forming intricate seals.
LitRPG: Every Attack Gives 1 Permanent HP
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG: My Real Body Is the Cheat
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Every Sleep Gives Me One Year Power
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
Global Stat Points: I Maxed Out Attack Speed
LitRPG / Urban
LitRPG: I became the God of Mining
LitRPG / Xuanhuan
Myth Invasion: I Kill Gods on Earth
Urban / Comedy
After the World Became a Game I Chose Black Talent
LitRPG / Mature
Global Panic: The Gnoll That Farmed the World
LitRPG / Urban
God-level Assassin, I'm the Shadow
LitRPG / Urban