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

Upon hearing this, Ran Qingmo remained rooted on the spot, hesitating in her gaze.


A single glance was exchanged, and everything was clear.


Big Ice Lump's master was a Saint already, why would one seek the inheritance of a deceased Saint when guided by a living one?


With a soft chuckle, Xu Yuan whispered:


"This ancestral hall inheritance is fundamentally a two-way selection process, if you're unwilling, then let it be."


Ran Qingmo nodded her head and deeply bowed to the sixth spirit tablet at the bottom, her red lips slightly parted as if saying something to it.


After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan received an invitation, not just one.


Around seven or eight voices rang out in his ears at the same time.


Although his blessings were meager, he was after all of the Feng Family's direct bloodline and possessed an Innate Taoist Body.


It seemed as if a faint regretful sigh arose within the spirit hall.


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