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The young Xiao Yi bore a mysterious seal within him, yet due to his father and siblings' injustice, he was sent to the remote Nanhuang and became a son-in-law to the Fang Family. On his wedding day, the seal inside Xiao Yi was unlocked, and from then on, he controlled the Eternal Celestial Tomb! Many of the strongest beings from all the heavens and worlds were buried within the Celestial Tomb, and Xiao Yi, who now commanded the tomb, began his life's journey of gaining strength through grave-robbing! "You think you're a martial arts genius? Let me dig up a Martial God's grave and we'll see!" "You consider yourself an alchemy expert? I'll dig up a Medicine Saint's grave and then we'll talk!" "You're the son of a divine emperor? I've got plenty of divine emperor graves here!" "You're the number one scoundrel in the world? ... You win, I'm out!"

I, Bai Fanxian, successfully concocted the "Myriad Heavens Eternal Elixir," yet ten thousand years have passed in the outside world? And why are these cultivators gathering here? The strongest? Their power levels are merely this pitiful? I, Bai Fanxian—what I lack least is time. After successfully concocting the "Eternal Heaven Myriad Elixir," the outside world's time had already passed by ten thousand years? My Goddess Alchemy Palace has become ancient ruins buried underground. All the people I knew have long since died. And what is this group gathering above my palace? A duel between powerful cultivators? Wait—aren't your cultivation powers equivalent to the outer disciples of my palace...? Support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/LittleKnight Paypal : https://paypal.me/LTKnight81

Reincarnating in a fantasy world is something. But what happens if you reincarnate in a body of someone with no combat power. That's what i am going through right now in the body of Oscar in Douluo Dalu continent with Sausage Martial Spirit.

Tags- Mother and Daughter, Milfs, Affairs, Betrayals, Absolute romance, Beautiful females, Smart Self- centered Protagonist, Weak to strong, Smut.., Way to immortality, Philosophical depth character, Physiological warfare, Tension among characters. A divine sprit named Vasana got inside the body of a young boy named Fuyu who was living in the primitive world with no other knowledge other than how to do farming and survive learnt about the upper realm and immortal world through the spirit as it gave him, his goal to follow the path of Immortality through the help of Vasana. Join him on this journey to become a true Divine Immortal being from an ignorant boy of village. " Oh power of reincarnation but dying is still painful as hell. So, I don't wish to die. " "But you would lose, the Emperor will gonna exterminate you, he had seen you with his wife and daughter, and you have aglied for the theft of Immortal Sealing Divine Rapture. You are bare handed in this fight while he had emence powers and authority in this three region. " Vasana, the divine spirit of Lust said in bit uneasy as he had no option other then to die but it's host wasn't in mind of dying. Because If he didn't activated his third Nadis out of seventy-two thousand before dying he will not able to reincarnate himself and I would have to find another soul for this but the world order who maintain peace and stability will find my mischievous actions and it would be disastrous for me if I got punished by the heavenly court for doing this. " Don't worry, I wouldn't lose. " He smiled looking down from the Aphrodisiac Mountain of purple lily's as his eyes penetrated deep beneath the sea of cloud, his purple robe with golden touch waves without the wind as he was himself looking like God who can seal heaven itself. "Fuc× you if you lose.." Vasana, the divine spirit of Lust said in annoyed expression as it was worried about the consequences of losing and finding other soul. " Oh I would love to.." Nilvarma, smiled as he was ready to face the danger awaiting for him. It would start from primitive world and go to cultivation world as it's destination. It will take some time till he reach Immortal world so until then enjoy the primitive world he was living in. You are going to love his grand masti.

The night that change everything, an ordinary boy who got summoned by beings who call themselves the originators even gods are their creation and their giving. their powers to the boy named ... if you want to know more start reading.

The Energy System allows its user to absorb energy (with some restrictions) to obtain whatever the user could want in his Immortal life. Follow Ning's journey as he travels through different worlds with different energies in a multiversal adventure. Join my discord: https://discord.gg/ru3rgCKFvx

Stiles, once an ordinary human from Earth, awakens in a ruthless cultivation world with a shattered spiritual root and a future destined for failure. But when the Daily Fortune System manifests before him, everything changes.

Yun Zhaohan n’était pas un prodige. Il n’était pas né sous une étoile brillante. Il n’était ni exceptionnel, ni béni par quelque lignée céleste. Mais il possédait un cœur pur, une volonté sincère, et une naïveté qui allait lui coûter la vie. Trahi par la personne en qui il avait placé toute sa confiance — une femme envoyée pour l’approcher et l’utiliser — Yun Zhaohan mourut d’une manière brutale, injuste, et humiliante. Son corps fut détruit, mais son âme refusa de disparaître. Au lieu de se dissiper dans le néant, elle erra, portée par un instinct de survie que même la mort n’avait pu éteindre. C’est ainsi qu’elle pénétra dans une zone interdite oubliée des vivants, un lieu où même les plus puissants n’osaient pas s’aventurer. Là, dans les profondeurs d’un sanctuaire oublié par le temps, reposait un cadavre dont la présence seule insufflait respect et crainte. Un corps ancien… intact… dont la simple existence défiait toute logique. Ce corps appartenait, sans que Yun Zhaohan ne le sache, à un être qui avait jadis atteint le plus haut sommet du Dao, un cultivateur suprême dont la puissance avait frôlé la perfection. Mort depuis des millions d’années, délaissé par les mondes, son ossature comme ses méridiens témoignaient d’une cultivation inimaginable. L’âme de Yun Zhaohan s’y accrocha. Et le miracle se produisit. Quand il ouvrit les yeux, il réalisa qu’il habitait désormais ce corps, mais celui-ci n’avait pas conservé son apparence d’origine. Le cadavre éternel avait rajeuni, retrouvant l’âge auquel son ancien propriétaire était mort : dix-huit ans. Et pourtant… quelque chose avait changé. Ce n’était ni le visage du défunt, ni celui de Yun Zhaohan, mais une fusion étrange, harmonieuse, presque divine — une beauté surnaturelle mêlée d’une aura ancienne. Ignorant totalement que ce corps avait déjà franchi tous les royaumes de cultivation, Yun Zhaohan recommença à cultiver comme un débutant. Et ce qu’il libérait sans le comprendre, c’était la puissance accumulée de deux existences. Chaque respiration éveillait des forces endormies ; chaque méditation réveillait un héritage scellé. Il n'était pas censé survivre. Il n’était pas censé revenir. Mais désormais, il possédait un corps suprême, un destin volé, et un pouvoir qui ne demandait qu’à ressurgir. Dans un monde divisé entre royaumes mortels et immortels, entre sectes avides et ambitions célestes, Yun Zhaohan marchera sur un chemin où n’existe aucune limite… …sinon celle qu’il choisira de briser.

In Liveria, a kingdom gilded in gold and loneliness, Princess Elsbeth moves like a shadow present, but never truly seen. Her life changes the moment a nameless black book slips into her hands, whispering of histories the world has tried to forget. The Eleventh Jester arrives in Liveria. Heir to a centuries-old curse, he wears laughter like a chain: an immortal fool who must speak only truth wrapped in riddles a joke or a mocking song, a son bearing the burden his mother could never escape. He cannot die yet each jest costs him something that feels very close to it. Two unseen souls, one hidden in silk, the other in bells, Cross paths.

Henry Clark is a powerful Sword Spirit who denied to become a slave to any master. He rejected everyone and even killed few who tried to subdue him. The Fire dragon, Moon god son, Mother witch and the list goes on... Many perished in his hands. He even rejected the 3 faced god! Out of anger, the three faced god imprisoned Henry with cauldron of 9 deaths. But one day, a mysterious old lady released him forcefully and kicked him to lower realms! Can he bounce back from the broken state? or will he perish in lower realms!

Crown Prince Gu Lian was born brilliant—admired by all, his path seemingly carved in stone: ascend the throne and protect the realm. With a loyal general, A Lie; a peerless strategist, Ai Miao; and a fiancée hailed as the capital’s most beautiful woman, he was the perfect heir in the eyes of the world. At age ten, the arrival of Murong Che, a hostage prince from a neighboring kingdom, disrupted the calm like a stone cast into still waters. Gu Lian quickly noticed that Ai Miao, his deep-thinking advisor, paid this heterochromatic youth an unusual amount of attention. To Ai Miao, Murong Che was a flawless “creation”—a vessel to mold, a key piece in a bloodless conquest. But when Gu Lian realized his dreams were haunted not by his fiancée, but by Ai Miao, his life veered off course. On a stormy night at fifteen, stripped of pride, he begged: “I need your love, Ai Miao! I want your mind—so full of empire and ambition—to hold space for me, Gu Lian!” The Emperor and Empress, alarmed by the prince’s dependence and forbidden affection, issued a secret decree. Under the guise of “greater ambition,” Ai Miao was exiled to a foreign land, leaving behind a cruel misunderstanding: a silent departure that shattered Gu Lian’s heart. Five years later, Ai Miao returned triumphant. The prince he had mentored now sat as a puppet monarch; the neighboring kingdom was all but dissolved. But what awaited him was Gu Lian’s frozen hatred, the imperial couple’s silent threats, a scandalous trap of seduction—and a chasm between them that seemed impossible to cross. Misunderstandings, schemes, jealousy, and the weight of duty loomed large. Gu Lian was forged into a blade by pain; Ai Miao clung to his original vow in silence. Until an unexpected aphrodisiac incident ignited everything—burning away their masks. In the collision of desire and truth, they confirmed with their bodies the loyalty and longing that had never faded. “I’ll be your bedmate,” the once-proud prince whispered, stripped of all dignity, eyes burning with obsession. “Just don’t touch anyone else—man or woman. Ever.” And Ai Miao, the master tactician, finally lowered every defense. In the overwhelming tide of pleasure, he saw his heart clearly: All the flawless plans, all the legendary victories—none compared to holding this man. From wary tests to life-and-death trust, from heartbreak to reunion—they must face courtly daggers, imperial pressure, and the tangled mystery surrounding a diplomatic princess. Together, they will purge the rot within and beyond the palace. This is an epic of growth and guardianship. Witness a cold strategist who plots each step for love, with devotion that cuts to the bone; a young crown prince who clings to emotion and carves out a golden age. Two mighty souls, bound to each other alone. Watch them break every chain and write a royal legend unlike any before—at the very peak of power, side by side.

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Warning! Mature Content R-18+ **** Kyle was born into wealth, a 35-year-old billionaire who had everything. He was a lustful man, the envy of his generation, having a harem at his call. Kyle lusted after everything that wore a skirt, single ladies, and married women. No one escaped his grasp, but his horniness became the source of his downfall. He was assassinated after his secret affairs with a Senator's wife were exposed. Now reborn into a newly born star as the God of Lust. Transmigrated as the lowest-tier god. The God Game was created to flush out the weaklings amongst gods, to bring forth those with the strongest wills. Kyle must forge his path; his desire to survive presses him to grow stronger. But even after death, his horniness never ceases to end. Walking the path of Lust, and creating a harem of both mortals and spirits. Snatching beauties and corrupting the heart of man to survive and grow stronger. To the mortal world, he may be a villain. An evil god who exists to sow discord into the minds of men. But to him, he's just a man trying to survive in this harsh world of gods.

EARTH was destroyed but some of the inhabitants were send to a different world, which will be targeted next by the DESTROYER, who destroyed Earth. They were given a game like system and a mission to avenge EARTH. Elena was only a 16-years old girl that time and she was suddenly transported to another world full of betrayal, killing, plunder, debauchery and more. That world was also at the verge of extinction by the DESTROYER. But Elena was able to save the world after going through a lot of unimaginable hardship for seven years and became the World Savior. After fulfilling her mission now she have a chance to either stay in this world as hero, or go to another world to start a new comfortable life as a reward. So, what will she do? How will her journey go from now on? Join Elena who is a kind hearted, overpowered and ruthless girl in her journey to enjoy her life to the fullest after overcoming a lot of harsh trials. ______________ Elena is overpowered FMC and she is not involved in any kind of romance. I hate the idea of my protagonist to be a lovestruck maiden like many novels. She is strong, independent, kind and decisive. This story mainly focuses on the adventure and fantasy aspects more with slice of life and actions mixed in it. This novel is my take on creating a perfect Female Main Charector of my liking and to create a story of a proper hero and savior. ______________ The cover does belong to me, so no prob. discord: https://discord.com/invite/fYqDSEYVUM kofi: ko-fi.com/omniscient_ Have fun reading.

(Chapters 1 to 40 are being edited right now) (Note: Reading Prologue is not necessary, hence why it's an Auxiliary Chapter) The Path to Immortality is elusive, and everyone wants to achieve it even if there's only a glimmer of hope. Tian Yongheng is a person who regained his past life memories after his family was brutally slaughtered. His extreme fear of death and desire to be undying have forced him to step onto this dangerous path of Immortal Cultivation. He is not a Chosen One who is the favored son of heavens, nor is he the reincarnation of a Great Emperor. Armed with a unique system of unknown origins and his obsession with immortality, he sets forth to carve a way of his own in this world where fate toys with one's very existence itself and cosmic horror-like beings devour universes for fun. However, can he really touch the illusory, eternal and ethereal Immortal Dao that is everlasting and everchanging? Will he ever be able to reach the end of this grand path to eternity, establishing himself as a myth and beyond? or will he also drown in the long river of history just like many others? ------- The background settings and world building of this story are greatly inspired by Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years. the main characters are also pretty similar, so if you like stories where the MC is a hidden powerhouse who, despite being hidden, is still known across the world, then you can give it a try. Please be patient while reading, as this is my first time writing a novel and don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I do in the comments. Also, I'm not a native of China, so there are probably going to be a lot of mistakes in names and history and stuff, please bear with it. Note: English is not my first language and the cover image is not mine.

Adam suffered from a psychological condition that led him to create unreal personas. But after gaining immortality, these personas gained consciousness—including Solivar, the one Adam had always trusted most. Across countless ages, Adam and his many personas witnessed humanity's rise and fall, until Solivar committed an unspeakable act—one that shattered Adam completely. Seeking redemption, Solivar took control and began an endless search for a way to die. That pursuit continued until Earth's destruction, when he was cast into a strange world, devoid of purpose. But just as hope faded, a clue surfaced—a potential path to end his immortality. He ventures into the cosmos, only to find himself caught in hidden schemes and mysteries secrets that could reshape the universe itself. This novel contains magic, spells, supernatural abilities, powerful ancient bloodlines, elves, dwarves, dragons, sword and spear fights, etc., conspiracies, magical artifacts, mystery. It means it's a fantasy in space. [I found the image on Pinterest. I don't have enough money to hire an artist to draw the cover and characters. But when I get the money, I'll change it quickly.] [Also, could you please read my review below ]

If you think the Murim world is a place to cultivate and become a hero, throw that thought in the trash and burn it. Here, there are no death days. The moment you let your guard down, that is the day of your death. Just breathing has become a luxury. So, what about Karman, a man who cannot cultivate at all? inatagram: @nemutuen

Prologue This work is a Thai novel. It has been translated into English with the aid of an artificial intelligence. The voice you hear is only a shadow of the original, but shadows may reveal what light cannot. Introduction This story is a meditation on ruin and philosophy. The further it goes, the less it belongs to the ground of men. Its form is fractured, its truths concealed. The first four chapters lie elsewhere, beyond this place. They are only a threshold. What begins here is the descent itself. A drama of grief and cruelty, of blood and silence. The tale grows darker as it unfolds, and the warning is plain: within these pages are things meant to wound. Systems hidden in the world, mysteries that coil and divide, paradoxes that gnaw against every philosophy. Read at your own peril. Yet know this—if you go on, you will not forget. Synopsis He was a man once. Ordinary, with a family. He held a small happiness, the kind that the world itself cannot abide. For the world hated him. The world sought his ruin. So it came to pass that he lost all things. No grief was deeper, no despair more complete. He became a husk in the shape of a man, staggering through the wreckage. Nothing left to guard. Nothing to keep. He tore at himself, he tore at others. He hunted vengeance like a starving dog hunts blood. He sank into wickedness because there was nowhere else to go. And in the end there was only the carcass of a beast, falling down into blackness. He found himself in another country, a place without mercy. A land of nightmare so absolute it mocked the very idea of waking. There he was changed. No one could name what he had become. Not man. Not beast. Something that stands above both. None could curse him. None could deny him. Demons shrieked when he passed. Gods trembled. The races of that world went into hiding. Even the void itself could not bind him. He would be more than flesh, more than soul. He would be a thing that rose beyond heaven and annihilation alike. He would stand beyond Nirvana, where language breaks and all meaning rots. And there, in that place, he would endure alone. Thank you for choosing to read it.

The last heart witch was burned at the stake a hundred years ago… or so the vampires believed. ÃMÃRÃ has spent her whole life hiding in a quiet human town, pretending to be ordinary while forbidden magic pulses in her veins. One mistake, one spell on the night of the blood moon, and everything shatters. Her ritual was supposed to seal her powers. Instead, it binds her heart to his. Lucian, the ruthless vampire prince cursed by the gods, wakes up on a battlefield with a stranger’s heartbeat echoing in his chest. Her heartbeat. When he bleeds, she feels the pain. When she cries, he tastes the salt of her tears. When one of them dies… the other will follow. To break the curse, ÃMÃRÃ is dragged into the deadly world of vampire courts, ancient prophecies and blood-soaked thrones. She must help Lucian take back his crown and uncover the truth behind the massacre of her kind while hiding the fact that she is the last heart witch heir they failed to kill. But the more she fights him, the more the bond pulls them closer. His touch steadies her magic. Her presence calms his curse. Enemies whisper that she is his weakness. The gods whisper that she is his doom. Kill Lucian to save herself… or fall for him and doom them both. When a cursed vampire prince shares one heart with the last witch heir, is their bond a punishment or destiny?