The Great Era When Dreams Were Easily Realized!

"Tell me about your system."

Ning Zheng sat upon the throne in his imperial city. The more he looked, the more he frowned. "Every cycle within your body has a beauty born of blind patchwork."

"We really did patch it together randomly!"

"We all forced seedlings to grow by pulling them upward. That's why there are so many of us, and why we cultivate so quickly—but our foundations are unstable. We're the kind of trash who possess realms without the substance to match."

Emperor Kuangfeng truly lived up to his reputation as an emperor of his generation. He knew when to bend and when to stretch.

Or perhaps it was simply that the other side possessed none of the spirit and bearing a true powerhouse should have, looking like a bunch of living minnows.

After all, copied realms and abilities were a shortcut to rapid cultivation.

But they were only a shortcut.

As Emperor Kuangfeng spoke, Ning Zheng gradually came to understand the history of that distant era.

The chaos had begun with a treasure descending from the heavens.

A square glass window had fallen from the sky. Anyone who approached it would have their body transformed into another self, and their innate Spiritual Root would be twisted into a single kind of Spiritual Root.

The Mask: It could copy the other party's Spiritual Root divine ability and Cultivation Level, but only at fifty percent of the original body's strength.

Put simply,

the Mask was a copying divine ability, capable of changing into countless forms.

Those who possessed this Spiritual Root were all called clones in that era.

But the most astonishing part was that it could copy the circulation of one's meridians, along with one's entire Cultivation Level.

The prerequisite was that the gap in cultivation could not be