MTL - Beasts Are Just For Me To Bond With - Chapter 785 Information 【Subscription】

My name is Jiang Li, and upon traversing to this realm, I found no golden opportunities waiting for me. Through sheer effort, I cultivated my way up to the Great Completion Stage. Now, suddenly, a system appears, claiming it can help me turn the tables and transform me from a minor Qi Cultivation phase practitioner into the foremost figure in the cultivation world.

Dear system, you're a bit late to the party. I, Jiang Li, already stand as the Emperor of our era, revered across the nine provinces. I am already the number one in the Cultivation World.

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