The vast universe has countless galaxies, and at a distance of hundreds of billions of light-years from the earth, there is a galaxy similar to the solar system, and in this galaxy there is a planet similar to the earth, which is called Amter.

Because of its resemblance to Earth, Amter's time, seasons, climate, and so on are almost identical. However, it is seven or eight times the size of the Earth.

The planet's sea and land are almost half apart, and the land is divided by the sea into more than a dozen plates of different sizes, some far and some near. On these plates there are dozens of countries, large and small, some bordering each other, some subjugating to a certain great power for many years to seek its refuge, and so on.

Due to geographical differences, there are many races on Amter. From time to time, major conflicts erupt in all corners of the world, and some small countries may be annexed by neighboring countries overnight. There are also some large countries where the royal family is mediocre, which leads to intensifying internal contradictions, such as peasant uprisings, and the division of the army.

The whole planet is in turmoil, and the heroes are in turmoil.

This is a world where the strong are respected, and people pursue the ultimate in martial arts and the ultimate in law. In Amte, people refer to martial cultivators and Dharma cultivators collectively as capable ones. The division of the ranks of capable people is very strict.

Capable people are divided into martial artists and mages because of the difference between martial arts and magic.

The ranks of warriors from lowest to highest are: Samurai Apprentice, Samurai, Samurai, Martial Saint, Wuzun (Venerable), Wuhuang (Wudi), and Martial God.

The mages are ranked from lowest to highest: Magic Apprentice, Magician, Magister, Dharma Saint, Dharma Venerable, Dharma Emperor (Fa Emperor), and Dharma God.

Each level is further divided into nine grades, from low to high, and from one to nine. For example, the six grades of the samurai, the nine grades of the Dharma saint and so on.

According to the different weapons and legal systems of cultivation, they are divided into different types.

For example, a martial artist who practices swordsmanship can be called a swordsman, a sword master, or a sword god. Knife cultivators will be called Sword Saints, Sword Emperors, etc., and those who practice fire magic will be called Fire Magic Apprentices, Fire Magiers, Fire Saints, Yan Emperors, Fire Gods, and so on. Of course, individual titles are different, for example, the Fire Emperor will be called the God of Fire and the like, depending on the situation.

The Emperor-level and the Emperor-level are the same level, and there is no distinction between high and low.

The king of a country is nothing more than an emperor, which shows how high an existence of this level of ability is in the eyes of the world, let alone a god-level capable person of a higher level

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On the evening of February 1, 22222 in the Yuan calendar.

In the imperial city of the Shengyuan Continent, in the palace of the Empress Cao's family, the time to rest was originally bright, but the lights were bright at this time, and the queen who was pregnant for ten months was lying on the bed, and a little sweat on her forehead showed that she had suffered a lot of sins at this time in order to give birth to the uncle in her belly

In front of the queen's bed stood a plump middle-aged woman who was not gorgeously dressed but did not lose her standard, at this time she was directing the maids to be busy, and from time to time lowered her head to help the queen wipe her sweat.

In the outer hall of the queen's bedroom, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe is pacing back and forth, this person is about 1.8 meters tall, with a Chinese face, thick and neat eyebrows, and deep eyes. The overall feeling of standing in front of others is that they are not angry and self-assured. This momentum is obviously formed by being in a high position for a long time, and this person is the current emperor Song Renzong.

Although Song Renzong is said to be the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he is also a father. Seeing that his wife is about to give birth, that kind of nervousness is inevitable, on the one hand, he is worried about no accidents, and on the other hand, he is also looking forward to hugging a big fat boy.

Song Renzong Chinese New Year's Eve six years old today, and Song Renzong has only been so nervous as he is today, once when he ascended the throne at the age of twenty-six and became the king of a country, and the other time was when he was twenty-eight years old, when the queen gave birth to his first son, Song Tiancheng. Compared with this time, the eldest prince was successfully born in half an hour. And this time, from the Sun Queen feeling stomach discomfort to now it's almost twelve o'clock in the night, this little guy just doesn't want to come out. Maybe the time hasn't come yet.

The night sky, which was still starry, now became very much like the ink-soaked rice paper, and there was no light at all.

As time passed, the dark clouds accumulated more and more, especially above the imperial city, and from time to time there was a muffled thunder in the thick clouds, as if something terrible was being bred.

The time unconsciously came to 23:45, the thunder was rolling over the imperial city, and some villagers who were closer to the imperial city were even disturbed by the frequent thunder, and those who were careful even observed the ripples on the water surface of the basin accompanied by the thunder.

Twelve o'clock in the night.

The queen's bedchamber, accompanied by a deafening thunder, our male protagonist finally came out of his mother's belly.

But unlike the other children, he didn't cry, and looked around with his big round eyes

Song Tianpeng went from losing consciousness to now regaining consciousness, and he was still a little stunned for a while.

Emperor Song Renzong, who received the report from the maid, came to the queen's side as soon as possible, and looked at his wife who was sitting on the bed holding the baby in his arms with a loving smile, Song Renzong sat beside her and hugged her from behind.

"Wife, hard work!"

Looking up at Song Renzong, Empress Cao rested her head on his thick shoulder.

"Baby, look, this is your father, mother's husband, oh, you have to listen to your parents in the future, do you know!".

Song Tianpeng, who was thinking about it and couldn't figure out the situation, heard the voice and looked at the man who was hugging the woman who was hugging him, even if Song Tianpeng didn't understand anything.

The man was smiling at himself, too.

"Well, these two must have a leg. ”

Song Tianpeng speculated while looking at the other party. Obviously, even the blind can see this.

From the eyes of the two people who looked at him, Song Tianpeng felt the warmth, the warmth of the heart, this is the love of parents for their children, innate, indelible, and will not disappear, eternal love!

Song Tianpeng knew that these two were his parents. I didn't have a soul to lose.

"It seems that the reincarnation has been successful. ”

Looking at the luxurious decoration around him and the busy people around him, Song Tianpeng can be sure that he should not have to worry about money in his life! Looking at the dress of his parents and the people around him, it should be ancient, not the 21st century, and people will not be so tired without the pressure of fast-paced life, and comparatively speaking, without the pollution of a large amount of industrial waste gas and production and domestic waste in modern society, the environment of the ancient earth will be better and the air will be fresher.

However, Song Tianpeng didn't know that the planet he was living on was no longer the familiar earth.

"If it's ancient times, it's a crossing, Niu Cha, although I don't know which dynasty it is, but it doesn't matter, because that's not the point, the point is that in ancient times, I could have three wives and four concubines! Haha, my character exploded! I smiled proudly, and I smiled proudly, laughing at the fact that Hongchen people are not old. ”

Song Tianpeng's heart blossomed.