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Mirror in the Dust

In the 170th year of Yong’an of the Great Wei Dynasty, a secret scandal broke out within a princely household, one that shook both the imperial court and the immortal sects alike. The only son of the Northern Garrison Prince, infamous throughout the realm as utterly worthless and rotten to the core, was in truth the lowly son of a stable slave, switched at birth years ago by the Demonic Sect. The real heir, meanwhile, turned out to be a true disciple of a Sage, newly appointed top Scholar, having already cultivated a breath of Righteous Qi of the Vast Heavens. For a time, all of Great Wei erupted in jubilation. People everywhere congratulated the princely household on rectifying the origin and returning to the source, on finally recovering their qilin-born prodigy. ....... “Yeah, it really is worth celebrating, if only this so-called fake heir weren’t me.” Gu Fangchen faced the Northern Garrison Prince and the true heir who had come to confront him, then glanced at the randomly assigned profession hovering above his head: [Emperor (1 day)] [Skill One: Mandate of Heaven (Passive)] [Skill Two: Power of Life and Death (Active)] That year, the Northern Garrison Princess Consort was still gentle as water, doting on her child to the point of indulgence. The Eldest Princess was cold as frost, proud and aloof, a single smile worth a fortune. The Younger Princess was sweet, foolishly adorable, obsessed with heroic young knights, and most of all despised shameless villains. The Grand Princess struck fear across battlefields as a peerless war god. The female State Preceptor could overturn clouds and rain with a mere turn of her hand. The moment Gu Fangchen opened his eyes, he knew it: He had transmigrated to become an emperor. Those who follow me shall prosper. Those who oppose me shall perish.
ExoEight_ · 2.7k Views

The divine eyes

⸻“Give this story a chance; the first 25 chapters progress slowly.” In a world ruled by martial cultivation, where strength is decided by bloodlines, domains, and talent bestowed by the heavens, Lin Ye was born with nothing. No spiritual pulse. No visible talent. No place in the Empire’s records. He should have lived and died as an error. Sixteen years ago, an entire hour vanished from the sky. The Empire erased the truth. The gods remained silent. And the world quietly began to break. Now, invisible anomalies spread across the continents—moments that do not align, spaces that remember paths never taken, ordinary people touched by echoes of a broken timeline. At the center of this silent collapse walks Lin Ye, the bearer of a forbidden system that does not grant power… but steals discarded seconds from reality itself. Lin Ye does not cultivate like others. He does not absorb energy. He does not awaken glorious bloodlines. Every time he interferes, he pays a permanent price. Every borrowed instant erases a future that will never exist. As the Aureon Empire watches him as a tolerated anomaly, hidden factions hunt him, forgotten continents recognize him, and fragments of an ancient entity—the Eye of the Throne—begin to respond to his existence. Fire that does not burn, thunder that does not destroy, and space that remembers become the foundations of an incomplete Threshold Domain, where Lin Ye does not dominate the world… but decides when it is allowed to touch him. And when time itself begins to bleed across all continents, one truth becomes unavoidable: Not all disasters can be solved with strength. Some must be endured… or inherited. A slow-burn progression fantasy filled with political intrigue, ancient bloodlines, continental conflict, and a protagonist whose greatest power is not dominance—but survival in a world that is breaking. ⸻
Moratt03 · 21.4k Views