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

When Mu Xingyi fell to the bottom of Burial Dragon Valley, giant stones were constantly smashed around, raising dust. Amidst it, on a patch of open ground, a slender silhouette with a missing arm stood quietly.


Through the dust, Mu Xingyi could see that the cross-section of her arm was irregular.


The uneven break appeared somewhat fierce and horrific, but there was no blood flowing out, only a black fog enveloping it.


Lady Wan seemed not to mind her injury, her gaze locked on the palace-dressed girl in mid-air, her black eyes indiscernible of any emotion.


Seeing her like this, Mu Xingyi unconsciously frowned.


Lady Wan seemed to notice his concern and suddenly glanced sideways at him with a gentle smile:


"My lord, I am a Yin Ghost; such injuries are not severe for me."


Yin Ghosts are neither of the Human Race nor the Demon Race; they do not have a traditional fatal weakness.


To kill her, the only option would be to thoroughly crush every strand of her soul.


Chapter 602: State of Existence