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My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Jiang Changsheng was reincarnated as the crown prince of the Jing Kingdom. However, he was switched at birth and was sent to grow up in a temple. He was raised as a Taoist. The change in his fate was devastating. Fortunately, he was able to awaken the Survival System and gained the power to not die from aging. Every time he survived a dangerous event, he could receive rewards. His senior brother almost killed him by accident. He was lucky enough to survive that and was rewarded with the Divine Shadow Kick. He almost got crushed when the ceiling fell on top of him during an earthquake. He was able to obtain the Nine Seeking Divine Dragon Step. After surviving the demon invasion, he was rewarded with the magic treasure, Demon Subduing Mace. This was a world where kingdoms stood tall, demons rampaged in the wild, martial arts ruled the street, and where Gods did not exist. 300 years had passed. The Jing Kingdom was starting to fall. The dukes came together and made the emperor their puppet. The kingdom was divided. After decades of internal conflicts, the kingdom was on the verge of being invaded. The citizens were pretty much living in hell. The puppet king, Jiang Xuanzhen, arrived at the temple and begged, “Ancestor, I apologize for being weak! Please! Help us regain our glory!”

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The Real Great Resurrection Calamity

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"So you're here for the power of resurrection. You're very stupid to find this place."

The mysterious voice sounded again, and its tone was filled with disdain.

Jiang Changsheng sat on the Divine Throne of the Great Dao Origin with his left hand supporting his cheek and his right hand supporting Elder Tianji. He said in an indifferent tone, "Since you are unwilling to come out, I will invite you out."

With that said, the Primordial Chaos Divine Origin Qi suddenly transformed into a sharp whip that whipped towards the horizon, sweeping across the dark void and dissipating the boundless fog. A figure hidden in the dark was also struck out.

It was a man with disheveled hair. He was barefooted and his robes were torn. His skin was dark gray, as if he was a ghost. His limbs were wrapped in faint chains as he looked at Jiang Changsheng in disbelief.

"Who are you?" The barefooted man shouted angrily.