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False System Emperor Codex of Eternal Ascension
A Cultivation Progression Fantasy 2
Eron HalewickSeries: False System Emperor Codex of Eternal Ascension(0)
About
He was the kind of disciple no one would ever bet on.
Three mediocre spiritual roots. One slow-moving spirit turtle. No background, no talent, no aura of a chosen genius. In the sect's eyes, he was just an ordinary nobody lucky enough to survive a few more years on the path of cultivation.
That was fine.
He never wanted to be a genius anyway.
Geniuses had to compete.
Geniuses had to fight.
Geniuses had to risk their lives for a single pill, a rare beast, or one fragile thread of opportunity.
As for him?
He only wanted to live long.
Then the pendant he had carried from his past life suddenly awakened.
[INNATE NURTURING TREASURE GOURD UNLOCKED]
[DEMON BEAST GROWTH: ×100]
[NATURAL DEATH → ESSENCE FUEL FOR HOST BREAKTHROUGHS]
A hidden pocket realm.
A five-element essence farm.
A hundredfold growth rate for every demon beast he raised.
Others spent ten years grinding through one Qi Refining bottleneck.
He raised chickens for three months, took a nap, and woke up to a breakthrough.
Others fought until blood soaked the ground for a single Jiao Blood Python.
He stared at the five inside his pocket realm and wondered which one was worth keeping.
A Golden Core elder proudly showed off his newly contracted Ice Luan.
He looked down at the little fox stealing boiled eggs by his feet - the same little fox that had awakened its ancestral bloodline last night and become a Profound Ice Heavenly Fox.
He was not a heavenly genius.
He was not a chosen one.
He was definitely not the kind of person who liked showing off.
He was just an ordinary disciple with patience, a talent for raising beasts, and one suspiciously powerful treasure that could drive the entire cultivation world insane.
When geniuses fell one after another, when elders turned to dust, when dynasties changed hands, and when those who once laughed at him became forgotten names in old stories...
He was still there.
Still feeding his spirit beasts.
Still breaking through in silence.
Still calmly walking closer to immortality.
One demon beast at a time.
One quiet advancement at a time.
One generation of geniuses left behind at a time.
Three mediocre spiritual roots. One slow-moving spirit turtle. No background, no talent, no aura of a chosen genius. In the sect's eyes, he was just an ordinary nobody lucky enough to survive a few more years on the path of cultivation.
That was fine.
He never wanted to be a genius anyway.
Geniuses had to compete.
Geniuses had to fight.
Geniuses had to risk their lives for a single pill, a rare beast, or one fragile thread of opportunity.
As for him?
He only wanted to live long.
Then the pendant he had carried from his past life suddenly awakened.
[INNATE NURTURING TREASURE GOURD UNLOCKED]
[DEMON BEAST GROWTH: ×100]
[NATURAL DEATH → ESSENCE FUEL FOR HOST BREAKTHROUGHS]
A hidden pocket realm.
A five-element essence farm.
A hundredfold growth rate for every demon beast he raised.
Others spent ten years grinding through one Qi Refining bottleneck.
He raised chickens for three months, took a nap, and woke up to a breakthrough.
Others fought until blood soaked the ground for a single Jiao Blood Python.
He stared at the five inside his pocket realm and wondered which one was worth keeping.
A Golden Core elder proudly showed off his newly contracted Ice Luan.
He looked down at the little fox stealing boiled eggs by his feet - the same little fox that had awakened its ancestral bloodline last night and become a Profound Ice Heavenly Fox.
He was not a heavenly genius.
He was not a chosen one.
He was definitely not the kind of person who liked showing off.
He was just an ordinary disciple with patience, a talent for raising beasts, and one suspiciously powerful treasure that could drive the entire cultivation world insane.
When geniuses fell one after another, when elders turned to dust, when dynasties changed hands, and when those who once laughed at him became forgotten names in old stories...
He was still there.
Still feeding his spirit beasts.
Still breaking through in silence.
Still calmly walking closer to immortality.
One demon beast at a time.
One quiet advancement at a time.
One generation of geniuses left behind at a time.