Cultivation World in the Apocalypse
A mysterious virus swept through the cultivation world, shattering its once-stable order overnight. Mutated cultivators retained their magical abilities, while those untouched by the mutation lost all their spiritual power. How could this world be saved? Should ordinary people be expected to stand against zombies with overwhelming strength, lightning-fast speed, and an instinct to seek out mates come spring? That’s absurd—clearly impossible! Isn’t there always supposed to be someone destined to save the world as the story unfolds? “Ahem, excuse me, but I am that person!” As a Qi Condensation cultivator, Yue Qi felt an immense weight pressing down on him. Wait a second—why does he still have spiritual power? Could this be the legendary golden cheat? “Damn this so-called golden cheat—I’m getting battered left and right! How am I supposed to save the world like this?” Yue Qi complained. P.S.: New author, new book—please recommend and add to your collection!
Cultivation World in the Apocalypse
A towering mountain shrouded in mist. At its base, a zombie wandered aimlessly, its destination seeming to be a nearby thatched hut.
“Freeze!” A faint voice rang out. Suddenly, the already staggering zombie’s feet were locked in solid ice, causing it to stumble and fall. It struggled to rise, but its frozen legs kept it pinned, unable to move.
A boy’s figure appeared from behind the hut. He exhaled softly, wiping the sweat from his brow, then unsheathed his sword and approached the fallen zombie.
Sensing a living person, the zombie reacted more violently, but sprawled on the ground, it was powerless to resist. In the instant the boy drove his sword into the creature’s skull, it finally fell silent.
“Alas, it seems the people down the mountain have all become like this…” the boy murmured to himself. He looked up at the towering peak lost in the clouds, falling into a moment of stillness.
His name was Yue Qi. He had once been an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect of Clear River, but after disaster struck, he had secretly left the mountain…
The calamity had occurred three nights ago. Yue Qi had been asleep, when a commotion outside startled him awake. Peering through the window, he saw disciples flying on swords everywhere, and near the main hall, a glow of fire was visible.
“Could it be a fire?” Yue Qi wondered. But a blaze would have been easily quelled by a simple ice incantation from any of the elders—no need for such a fuss. The unusual disturbance left him uneasy, so he decided to stay hidden in his room.
After a long w
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