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

The chill wind roared past, leaving the bamboo groves and pavilions outside Di'an City eerily silent.


A distinguished-looking middle-aged man gazed long at the phenomenon in the Sky Dome, and in the cold winter night, he slowly exhaled a breath of white mist:


The man was gone, yet the sword's radiance remained.


The invisible sword radiance, as if carved by a divine axe descended from the heavens, left a scar across the dome that stretched to the horizon, its dazzling halo, like the aurora, pouring down upon the mortal world, lingering long into the black snowy night.


Seeing this, the hunched old man slowly sat back down inside the pavilion, his voice carrying a trace of admiration, yet not a hint of concern:


Chapter Five Hundred and Ten: Bamboo Forest