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ETERNAL DAO: THE SUPREME RETURNS

The Azure Sky Continent runs on a simple law: your Dao Root is your destiny. Gold Root? The heavens favor you. Red? You have a future. Green? You survive. White? You struggle. Rootless? You cease to matter. At age five, Ling Tian — third-generation son of the declining Ling Clan — places his palm on the ancestral Testing Stone in front of the entire clan. Elders, prodigies, and rivals watch in silence. The stone does not light up. Not white. Not green. Not any color. Nothing. The clan moves on. The world moves on. Ling Tian is quietly filed away into the category of people who don't need to be thought about anymore — a ghost in his own home, invisible by decree of fate. What no one sees is the black jade fused to his wrist since birth — silent, patient, warm against his skin in a way that has no explanation. What no one notices is the way he watches the world: not with the confusion of a child, but with the quiet recognition of someone reading a book they have already finished. What no one knows is that Ling Tian has already stood at the peak of this world. He does not remember everything. The past life comes in fragments — instinct rather than memory, bone-knowledge rather than recollection. But the body remembers. The deep place remembers. And the jade, sealed with nine locks that open one by one as his cultivation advances, remembers everything. Cultivation without a Root is not impossible. It is simply older than the Root system — a forgotten path called the Ancient Resonance that does not draw Qi through a channel but recognizes it, becomes it, walks with it the way water walks with a river. Slower to begin. Impossible to ceiling. From the ruins of a forgotten technique, Ling Tian builds something the continent has never seen. He will master alchemy, formations, and the blade. He will protect his mother, dismantle the clans that looked through him, and shatter every sect that stands in his path. He will rise through the Mortal World — from a rootless ghost in Ironcloud City to the overlord of the Eastern Region — and when he breaks through the sky itself, he will step into the Immortal World and start again. Because the jade is still sealed. And what it contains will change everything. He was not sent back to survive. He was sent back to finish what he started.
Noa_Varnikah · 1.3k Views

The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 335.7k Views

My Youth of Watching Drama Is Absolutely Fine

Lantern light softly illuminated the narrow bamboo path. Ebina Hina already knew what was about to happen. The trembling Tobe, standing beside her, was clearly on the verge of confessing. She also knew something else: the moment he spoke those words, the fragile balance within the Miura–Hayama group would collapse. Just as Tobe opened his mouth— Hachiman suddenly stepped forward. “I’ve liked you for a long time!” he declared loudly. “Please go out with me!” For a moment, the entire path fell silent. But before anyone could react— A figure burst out of the nearby bamboo grove. “Hachiman!” the newcomer shouted furiously. “Didn’t you promise you’d love me forever?!” “…Huh?” Miura suddenly leapt out from the bamboo forest as well, her eyes blazing like an enraged lion. “Ishikawa! You rejected my confession because you like Hachiman?!” “Eh—!? But doesn’t Yumiko like Hayama—” “Aaah—!” Yuigahama’s scream rang out from inside the bamboo grove before she rushed forward, staring at Ishikawa in shock. “Y-Yumiko confessed to you?! Is that true?!” “Eh? Is this some kind of new prank?” Hayama’s bewildered voice came from within the bamboo forest. Then Yukinoshita’s calm voice followed. “It appears to be yet another despicable tactic by a certain evil light novel author gathering material for their writing.” A long pause followed. Then Hachiman muttered in disbelief— “…Just how many people are hiding in this bamboo forest?”
Skav_Lit · 3.6k Views