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Empress Nuwa, Please Stop Eavesdropping on My Thoughts!
- Author:
- Qing Dai San
- Uploader:
TheDouluoGuy 67- Source:
- www.renrenreshu.com/book/1133366.html
- Genre:
- Fan-Fiction
- Status:
- Hiatus
- Protagonist:
- Male Lead
- Fandom:
- Investiture of the Gods
- Genre
- XianxiaFantasyCultivationComedy
- Protagonist
- Overpowered ProtagonistSchemingCalmUnconventional Thinking
- Power System
- System
- Worldbuilding
- Primordial EraMythology
- Beings & Factions
- Gods
- Narrative
- Transmigration
Transmigrating to the Great Desolate Continent, Qing Xuan became Jianmu, one of the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots. The very Jianmu that was chopped down during the Age of Five Emperors to sever the connection between heaven and earth. Fortunately, when one road closes, another opens. Qing Xuan received help from a System and successfully took on human form. Bound to a 'Salted Fish System,' all he wanted was to be a salted fish, to just lie flat. Who knew Empress Nuwa would be so dishonorable, actually eavesdropping on his thoughts!
The Heavenly Dao is unpredictable; without becoming a Saint, one is ultimately an ant.
Laughable! If you use the Grandmist Purple Qi to become a Saint, then you'll truly become an ant.
Empress Nuwa: "???"
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