Uma Pessoa Abaixo: A Partir da Herança do Fengshen
Ao longo dos tempos, o tempo voa. Na poeira da história, quantos legados desconhecidos estão enterrados? Os imortais, deuses, espíritos e santos nascidos entre o céu e a terra são incontáveis. Céu 36, Terra 72. As técnicas extraordinárias realmente são apenas oito escolas? Naquela guerra antiga de selar os deuses, quantos legados foram enterrados? Dao! Lei! Técnica! Obter a técnica! Buscar a lei! Compreender o Dao! E tomando o mundo Um Abaixo como alicerce, arrombar as portas dos mil céus e mil mundos…
Uma Pessoa Abaixo: A Partir da Herança do Fengshen
Chapter One: Born of the Same Root (Please save, vote monthly, recommend, and add to your bookshelf.)
“The child of sin is about to be born. General, I entrust you to ease my worries…”
“Your servant obeys!”
Outside, the wind and rain howled, thunder resounded, and pale lightning cast its glow upon the face of a woman, drained of color from agony.
“Ah—”
She clutched the bedsheets in a death grip, veins standing out on her wrists, and with each cry of torment, finally gave birth to two wailing infants.
But outside the window, a figure approached slowly through the rain—robed in blue, wearing a bamboo hat, face concealed by a black mask etched in dark patterns. Amidst the storm, his deep voice rang out, devoid of emotion:
“Palace maid Su Mei, poor and low-born, you schemed to seduce the emperor and taint the Li Tang bloodline. Your crime shall be punished by death.”
Inside, the midwife had just wrapped the newborn twins in swaddling cloth.
Still unable to open their eyes, one infant, in a haze, seemed to hear that familiar voice and was suddenly startled.
How could he not recognize that voice?
It was the General!
In his previous life, he’d followed “Painting Rivers and Lakes: The Unworthy” from its very first season—ten years in all!
And now, his identity…
Li Xinghe?
That unlucky substitute?
Old Li’s reserve blood bag?
The General wouldn’t even let Li Xingyun shed a drop of blood to unlock the Dragon Spring treasure. Truly, I could cry!
Born of the same root, why must we torment one another so?
First become him, then surpass him!
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