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 vast blue sky stretched on and on, and the Qing Head Cart slowly advanced along a narrow road, its thick wheels rolling over the ice and snow, spraying up a misty haze, the moments quietly serene.


Xu Yuan lazily stretched, reclining on the soft bed, casually opened the window, and gazed towards both sides of the official road.


Distant mountains dark as ink, a crystal-clear stream splitting the banks, the magnificent landscape of the Central Plains hills instantly caught his eyes.


The scenery was beautiful, but the look in Xu Yuan's eyes carried a hint of weariness.


Since leaving the capital, it has been more than a month already, and even the most beautiful landscape can become tedious after several months.


The only consolation could be that the scenery outside has undergone some minute changes over time.


Chapter 565: Xifeng Mountain