My Talent's Name Is Generator - Chapter 90: Glimpse Of The Future : Sovereign’s Mark

The uncanny Dao of heaven, the abnormal immortal and buddha, is it true? Is it false? Lost in confusion, Li Huowang can not distinguish.

However, it wasn’t just these that he cannot distinguish, but also himself. He’s sick. He’s very sick.

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The Imperial Court of Tang Empire became dim and corrupt. The Emperor believed eunuchs. The officials vied with each other for authority. The Tang Empire was about to collapse. The flouring Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism eyed it covetously. The three sects wanted to contend for the domination of the whole world. Which one would win in the end? Or would they coexist peacefully at last? Armies of different nations invaded the frontier on all sides. People and the whole world were in extreme misery. Who could save them?

Feng Chen, the esteemed head of the Feng Clan, had lived a peaceful life for thirty years since his transmigration. He believed his life would continue as it is—until his 30th birthday, when his System finally arrived!But along with that came the plot for the Main Character.Ling Meiyu: “I can no longer be engaged to Feng Yun. His cultivation is low, and he is unworthy of my Ling family’s status!”Feng Yun: “Today, it’s not you, Ling Meiyu, withdrawing from the engagement. It’s me, Feng Yun, repudiating you! I am divorcing you today!”It seems like my brother is the protagonist!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.