Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

BOOM!

A kaleidoscope seemed to have exploded in Li Yao’s mind. Countless gorgeous and mottled scenes flooded in like a surging tide. He seemed to see a tall, slender girl with honey-colored skin and a big mouth and ears. She was not very pretty, but she was full of vitality. She walked toward him casually. They cried, laughed, roared, and hugged wantonly…

He also saw two tyrannosaurs rolling on the ancient wasteland as if there were no one else in the world. He saw two weird trees tangling with each other for thousands of years. He saw pairs of wolves, tigers, and leopards rubbing their heads against each other in the hot afternoon. He even saw two planets. Two shooting stars rushed close and crashed into each other brutally. A hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. Hot magma surged out, and the scent of life spread throughout the universe.

“What’s going on?”

Li Yao scratched his crotch and mumbled to himself, “Why do I suddenly feel that my back is sore and my legs are weak? Why do I feel so empty and lonely? It’s like I’ve been robbed of my belongings. My entire body is exhausted and dull… I haven’t had sex in the past two days!”

Li Yao calmed himself down and continued reading.

Very soon, he was attracted by Ding Lingdang, this seemingly unconventional female character.

According to typical novels, such a fierce big sister who could kill a bull with a single punch was unlikely to be the heroine.

But for some reason, Ding Lingdang’s lively and blossoming flame-like image faintly emerged in Li Yao’s mind.” ” This image was shining brilliantly in every brain cell, causing him to be unable to restrain himself from watching. He wanted to know everything about this girl, as well as what exactly had happened between her and “Cultivator Li Yao”.

“This chapter is too short. The author really knows how to write. There’s no content at all. This chapter doesn’t count, doesn’t count. Read another chapter.”

“Sigh, this d*mned chapter ending dog just so happens to be stuck at the critical point of the plot. Isn’t this too shameless? Can’t you let me sleep? Why don’t I finish watching this so-called Devil Flood Dragon Island plot? En, I’ll sleep after watching it!”

“As expected, this ‘Cultivator Li Yao’ is still the same old-fashioned unconscious, weak, ridiculed, and considered to be trash. But what’s going on? He can’t really be in a relationship with that muscular girl, Ding Lingdang, right? If he really has found that muscular girl, I won’t watch it. I won’t watch it even if I’m beaten to death!”

“Without me knowing, I’ve already read almost a hundred chapters. Why don’t I just make it up? I’ll sleep when I see a hundred chapters. I swear!”

“It’s time. Yes, yes, yes. It’s 11:57 in the middle of the night. Speaking of which, it’s sort of ‘today’. In the last three minutes, watch another chapter. Go to bed at midnight and welcome a brand-new tomorrow with a brand-new appearance!

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“What—what the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? Why did it turn from 11:57 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. after only one chapter? What, it’s not one chapter? I’ve already seen 182 chapters? That’s impossible! What the hell!”

“Alright, since it’s already 2:02 p.m., let’s round it up and try to see 200 chapters at 2:30 p.m. Then, delete this book completely. Even the book reading app will be removed. I will be reborn and become a new person!”

“Three o’clock? Why? Oh my god, oh my god, why is this happening?”

“3:30? How come it’s already 3:30? This is depravity. How did I degenerate to this extent? Could it be that I’ve been under too much pressure recently writing a paper and looking for a job, and I’m in desperate need of a channel to soothe my nerves? That’s right. The necessary rest and entertainment are still necessary. One moment of relaxation, and the next moment of relaxation. The path of civil and military. Don’t dwell too much on the matter of the paper and the work. The body is the capital of the revolution. It’s not good to have a screw loose when you’re head over heels. Speaking of which, this author really doesn’t know how to write a love story. Hahahaha. I treat you as a brother, yet you want to sleep with me. I’ve never seen this kind of male and female protagonist. Hahahaha, what’s going on? I feel that my legs are getting weaker and weaker. My lower body is aching. It’s like I’ve been crushed by a train back and forth… I should really lower the frequency in the future.”

“No, I have to sleep. I have to read the last chapter. I have to sleep. I swear…”

Li Yao was in a daze. He rubbed his stomach while he typed on his phone.

It was truly strange. Besides the gimmick of cultivation and technology, the novel was indeed plain and uninteresting. There was nothing extraordinary about it. It was like a standardized product from a large industrial assembly line. One could look at it or not.

The blood-boiling scene on the Grand Desolate War Institution’s train could not get rid of the author’s hot-bloodedness. Instead, it gave the readers goosebumps.

However…

Why did Li Yao find it more and more familiar the more he looked at it? Most of the scenes and pictures were as hazy as memories from a hundred years ago. He felt that he had seen them before, but the more he looked at them, the more he wanted to know what had happened to ‘Cultivator Li Yao’ and his friends.

“Zhao Kai is not lying. is really good!”

Li Yao yawned. “I’m going to take a piss. I’m going to sleep after that. I’m not a human being if I don’t sleep!”

Li Yao fell asleep.

Or rather, he felt that he was asleep.

It was because he was having countless bizarre and bizarre dreams.

But today, the dream was hundreds of times clearer than before. It was so clear that he could not tell whether he was dreaming or sitting at the desk below the bunk bed, reading a web novel named ‘Forty Thousand Years of Cultivators’ wholeheartedly.

He saw the T-rex with the lipstick again.

But this time, a queen of the barbarians was riding on the back of the tyrannosaur.

She had sharp eyes, a straight nose, honey-colored lips, and wheat-colored skin. Her entire body exuded an aura of supremacy. She was none other than the character in the novel, Ding Lingdang.

“For so many years, I’ve been looking for you in the endless sea of stars. Starting from the Battle Aura Universe, I’ve killed my way through so many universes, so many worlds, and so many charming havens and terrifying hells.

Ding Lingdang stared at Li Yao. Her voice was deep and full of magnetism, pure and filled with the vicissitudes of life. “Everybody says that you are dead. Your soul and your life information have been completely shattered into nothingness. But I don’t believe it. I know that you are still alive. You must persist in your own way, even if your enemy is Earth or… the entire universe!

“Do you still remember our parting words?

“Like I said, even if you die one day, it doesn’t matter whether you go to the netherworld or the deepest level of hell, because I will demolish the netherworld, blow up the netherworld, burn the deepest level of hell, and rescue you!

“Li Yao, hang in there.

“I’m here!”

Li Yao was suddenly woken up again.

He felt that his fingers and waist had never been so sore in his entire life.

It was like someone had ruthlessly stabbed a red-hot iron needle into his ten fingernails and ruthlessly hammered his waist with a red-hot iron hammer.

Although his body had woken up, his consciousness was still in the swamp of his brain. He sat next to the chair in a daze for ten minutes. It was not until the pale sunlight pierced into his eyes that he realized it was already 9:30 in the morning.

Today was Monday. Although there were not many classes in the graduating class, his roommates had either gone to the library to prepare their papers or to do their internship and recruitment.

The dormitory was extremely quiet. The sound of time passing on the wall clock was so loud that it was unbearable. Li Yao held his breath and thought about what had happened last night.

He seemed to have read a very interesting web novel until the latter half of the night. Then, he got out of bed and went to pee. When he was done, he sat on the chair below the bunk bed and read another chapter, and another chapter, and yet another chapter. There was no telling how many chapters he had read. When his blood was boiling and his heart was surging, he even took out the small notebook in which he had recorded his strange dreams to write and draw. Then, in a daze, he fell asleep on the table…

“Novels are killing people!”

Li Yao scratched his hair, which was as messy as a bird’s nest, hard. He thought to himself in his sleep, “Alright, I’ve fallen again last night. I’ll delete the book later and uninstall the software. Then, I’ll take a nap at noon today. No, I’ll take a nap at noon. I’ll be reborn at ten o’clock at night and be a new person. That’s right. It’s decided then!”

“Speaking of which, why does my waist hurt so much? I can’t even stand up. That’s not right. My underwear is very dry. I really don’t have that!”

Li Yao tilted his head and yawned. He tried his best to recall what he had done after he peed last night. Other than reading, he seemed to be scribbling in his notebook.

Li Yao opened his most private notebook.

Then, he was dazed. His face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

He found that a valiant, dominating queen of the barbarians had appeared on the back of the tyrannosaur that had been smeared with red lipstick. Her eyes were so deep that they could pierce through the notebook, the desk, and even the crust.

The queen extended her hand to him, as if she were trying to pull him out of the abyss or an invitation to fight.

Li Yao touched the queen of the barbarians that he had drawn with his trembling fingers. A weird electric current flowed out of his fingertips and was about to detonate his heart.

LUM! LUM! LUM! LUM! LUM! LUM! LUM! LUM!

His heart was beating faster and faster, reaching its limit. He could not help but let out a roar that had been suppressed for countless years.

“Did I draw this?”

Li Yao asked himself in disbelief, “When did my drawing skills become so good? The person I drew looks so similar?”

Flipping to the back, there were still new paintings. Using the ballpoint pen and pen on his desk, he drew random graffiti. With just a few strokes, he outlined cities, buildings, and natural landscapes.

Li Yao’s pupils constricted violently. His heart was about to grow arms and legs and jump out of his chest.

Floating Spear City, Magical Equipment Graveyard, Crimson Nimbus Second, Distant Expanse, Grand Desolate War Institution…

Although there were no annotations, Li Yao knew with a single glance that they were all scenes from the novel . There was a drawing of a ballpoint pen depicting the Grand Desolate War Institution’s train. It was even possible to clearly see the soldiers who were fighting, the cultivators who had sacrificed themselves, the screaming passengers, and the “Ghost Face Silver Mosquitoes” that were shrieking in the distance.

Although the strokes were clumsy, one look at them was enough to make one’s blood boil. It was as if one had returned to the Wasteland, the Thunderstorm Zone.