Sky-Scraping Tower

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years.
The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court.
Upon waking,
Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night,
saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha,
and,
the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze.
...
...
He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage.
The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start.
Golden finger?
Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life!
"If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night."
"........"
"Father, save me!"

Let Me Explain, Fairy

As a thought surged up within her, Luo Bingli's pupils, emitting a divine light, suddenly contracted, and she lowered her gaze to look at her right hand that had just been deconstructed.


Due to the information provided by Fu Qinggeng and her own habitual thinking about the calamity, she had actually neglected one of the most basic common sense in the cultivation world.


No matter how bizarre the Spellcraft seemed in function, its foundation still required Origin Qi from heaven and earth for support.


And the same was true for the membrane encircling the opponent.


During her probing attempt earlier, she had not used much Origin Qi to concentrate in her right hand, but it took the opponent about nine breaths to deconstruct her right hand made of Qi...


With this thought in mind, Luo Bingli looked at Xu Yuan, now with a trace of clarity in her eyes.


Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Five: A Total Loss_2