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

In the towering mountains where the southern border of the Dayan Empire met the vast wilderness, a sky-piercing tower straddled the horizon.


Here lied one of the sixteen "war fortresses," built by all Sects in the world at the end of the ancient calamity with the Demonic Spirits to guard against their resurgence from the wilderness.


Today, the traces of the other fifteen towers have vanished over the millennia, but this one, restructured into its Sect by Jiatiange, still stands, its cracks at the base telling of the devastation caused by that great disaster.


Gazing down through the windows of a flying gallery at the majestic tower, Zhou Bowen, seated alone and enjoying his tea, couldn't help but reveal a trace of admiration in his eyes.


No matter how many times he had seen it, he was still deeply moved by this marvel of creation.


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