As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal - Chapter 853 - Lets Cooperate

“The universe is vast and boundless; the Dao is unpredictable.”Lin Beichen was reborn into a parallel world, and a mysterious and profound voice echoed in his mind. Though he didn't have a system, he unexpectedly discovered his Heaven-Defying Comprehension and could perceive everything at a glance.“How should I utilize my Heaven-Defying Comprehension?”Until one rainy day. The deluge poured down, Electric Flash intertwined with Lei Ming, and Lin Beichen gazed out the window in a daze. In that moment, inspiration struck, and his heart resonated with a profound sensation.He slowly stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and looked toward the thunderous sky. He began to clasp one finger toward the heavens and the earth.“In this world, there was no Cultivation Method. But since I am here, one should naturally appear!”“Palm Thunder!”[ps: A unique protagonist-centered cultivation genre]

After crossing the sea, he was reborn as a son of a wealthy family in Xiluobu Village in the East China Sea, and he has a lovely and clinging sister Keya.

Inhale the essence of the sun and drink the splendor of the moonlight.

Under the influence of Lanxius, has the fate of the characters in the original Donghai changed?

A bounty hunter came to the Great Route, to wield the power of the lunar sun.

Who said this world is dominated by navies and pirates, and bounty hunters have no share?

When the Peng Yi of the power of yin and yang ripped apart the sky, countless top powerhouses looked sideways.

“Is the world’s No. 1 bounty hunter coming?”…

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Ryouma Takuma, a 39 year-old man with a hidden past, finds himself in a strange white room. There the gods tell him that he has died and that they are sending his soul to a different world; a world where magic exists. After living alone for three years his gamer soul loses common sense and starts toward crazy routes.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”