Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

"I've also got inspiration. I have a feeling that once I write my story, it will definitely be a big hit. Then spirit stones will pour in."

As they were talking, many disciples of the Luofu Holy Land opened the Tomato Writer Assistant and started writing their own novels.

Yang Lin chose to watch Lin Ye's live broadcast patiently. While watching, he took out a small notebook to write down the creative tips that Lin Ye talked about.

Only after the live broadcast ended did he quietly return to his cave with his phone.

A few minutes later, he created a novel titled "I Am the Immortal Emperor: Cultivation of Immortality". After a little thought, he wrote down a brief introduction.

The outer disciples of the holy land were bullied by their fellow disciples due to their inferior qualifications. Even their childhood sweetheart fell into the arms of another man. During one of his training, he accidentally entered the cave of the Immortal Emperor and obtained the Immortal Emperor's inheritance and the immortal artifacts left by the Immortal Emperor. Relying on the Immortal Emperor's inheritance, he rose strongly all the way, killed the fellow disciples who bullied him, and his childhood sweetheart regretted it endlessly. In the end, he became a generation of Immortal Emperor and became famous in the Tianyuan Continent.

After finishing the introduction, he nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time felt a little excited inside.

"In the future, I want to become an excellent online writer like the Red-haired Old Monster. I want my name to resound throughout the entire Tianyuan Continent!"

After saying that, he started typing on the screen with his fingers. Soon he was completely immersed in the pleasure of writing novels.

For him, this is not just a novel, but a world he created with his own hands, and the protagonist of the book is himself.

Because of this, he became more and more enthusiastic as he wrote, writing from day to night and from night to day, completely unaware of the passage of time.

By the time he realized it, it was already the next day, and he had written more than 5 words of his novel.

Looking at the fruits of my labor on the mobile phone screen, an unprecedented sense of accomplishment comes over me.

"Writing this novel is so interesting. It feels even better than reading it."

"It's a shame I have to go to class again. In that case, I'll upload what I've written first."

After saying that, he uploaded the chapters he had written one by one.

When he saw his book on the Tomato Free Novel homepage, he was instantly filled with excitement and pride.

And when his first reader wrote a review for him, he was so excited that he trembled, even though he had not earned a single spirit stone yet.

The same thing is happening in different corners of Tianyuan Continent at this moment.

On Dulong Island, in the old house of the Mu family, Mu Zhengxiong was smoking a cigarette while looking at the screen of his mobile phone, which showed the call for submissions for Tomato Free Novels.

As he watched, his expression lit up.

"Hey, I can even write my story into a novel for everyone in Tianyuan Continent to read. Is there such a good thing?"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Mu Tianci standing beside him.

"My dear grandson, if I were to write a novel about my battle with the Demon Sect, would anyone read it? I don't care about the royalties, I just want more people to know about Grandpa's glorious deeds."

Hearing his words, Mu Tianci, who was playing Qiuqiu Flying Sword with his sister, nodded without thinking.

"Of course, this is all your personal experience, Grandpa. It can't be compared to those made-up stories."

"Ahem, then Grandpa will write it. The title is called Legend of the Demon Slayer."

"The introduction is as follows: The great war between good and evil begins, and Mu Zhengxiong, a young man from the Mu family, leads the righteous heroes to defeat the powerful demons..."

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Inside the Tiandao Sect's main hall, Master Wuhen, who knew that he had not much time left to live, was staring intently at his cell phone screen.

"Perhaps I can also use novels to record my life. Even if I die in the future, at least I will have left a trace in this world."