Time flows like sand, slipping slowly through one's fingers.
The wars in the world of cultivation have become increasingly rare, until they have almost completely disappeared. All factions have gone into hiding, becoming quiet.
Until half a year later.
The East Sea was shrouded in dark clouds, with thunder rumbling.
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
God-level Assassin, I'm the Shadow
LitRPG / Urban
Global Panic: The Gnoll That Farmed the World
LitRPG / Urban