Bored Immortal

Tang Yan's eyes snapped open, his gaze piercing through the veil of time. Ten thousand years had passed since his downfall, orchestrated by the woman he loved and the enemies he had amassed. His own indulgent nature had sown the seeds of his destruction.

Now, he found himself reincarnated in a teenage body, eerily reminiscent of his original form. A sly smile spread across his face as he vowed, "This time, I'll indulge in life's pleasures, but with a twist. I'll be more cunning, more ruthless, and more calculated."

His eyes gleamed with determination, for he knew that his past mistakes would be repeated but with a decisive get away plan. The enemies he had made, the betrayals he had suffered, and the lessons he had learned would all serve as fuel for his ascent in this new life.

As he rose from the depths of his memories, Tang Yan wondered what lay ahead. Would he find redemption, or would he succumb to the same temptations that had led to his downfall? The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: Tang Yan would not be ignored.

Join me on this journey as we delve into the world of Tang Yan, where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and the stakes are higher than ever before. This is a novice work, and I welcome any comments or feedback that can help shape this story into something truly unforgettable.

Insane Supreme Reborn

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the cities underneath Sky floating city stirred to life. The misty veil of night slowly lifted, revealing towering pagodas and sleek skyscrapers that seemed to stretch towards the heavens. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of jasmine tea and freshly baked baozi wafting from street vendors. 


The streets, once empty and silent, began to hum with activity. Lanterns adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant colors swung gently in the morning breeze, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows on the ground below. The sound of bicycles and electric cars filled the air, mingling with the chatter of pedestrians hurrying to start their day. 


In the distance, the majestic Drum Tower stood tall, its ancient stone façade glowing warmly in the morning light. The city's residents, dressed in a mix of traditional hanfu and modern attire, moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing off the buildings as they went about their daily routines. 


Chapter 37