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

During his contemplation, Ran Jianli's grip on the giant sword's hilt suddenly loosened, and a smile curved at the corner of his lips.


This Saint of Xi'en is setting a trap for Feng Jiuxuan by exploiting his pride; it seems this Saint of Xi'en lacks the pride typical of the strong.


While thinking this, Ran Jianli slightly shook his head.


However, in such a situation, one must use every means possible to have a chance of clinging to a sliver of life.


As soon as the thought crossed Ran Jianli's mind, he saw that the sea of fire above the Sky Dome instantly extinguished, replaced by countless surging ribbons, like a gentle breeze, like roaming dragons, dancing continuously in the snowstorm.


The sudden change made a look of puzzlement flash across Ran Qingmo's eyes:


Chapter 508: Strength_2