As the Meteor Star Ancient Ship approached the shore, the cultivators aboard grew increasingly restless. Before the vessel could dock properly, several figures couldn't resist leaping off, soaring through the air toward the land.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
More and more figures landed on the coast, their feet finally touching solid ground. The tangible sensation beneath them ignited a surge of exhilaration, and joyous cries erupted across the shoreline.
"We've arrived! We've finally arrived!"
"This is the Land of Fallen Gods!"
"Destiny favors me! To reach the Land of Fallen Gods unscathed—I am destined to ascend the pinnacle of the Great Dao!"
"Hahahaha!"
Men and women alike strode excitedly across the sandy beach, their unrestrained delight spreading like wildfire. The ship, now fully docked, lowered its gangplank.
Some stepped cautiously onto the shore, refraining from flight out of reverence for the unfamiliar land, while others soared past the sands, eager to tread upon firmer ground.
Amid the fervent crowd, Lin Ruowei's eyes shimmered with quiet brilliance.
With her maidservant close behind, she walked steadily across the beach. Though the joy of her dream coming true was evident in her delicate features, she remained composed—neither laughing wildly nor recklessly dashing forward.
Within moments, the entire group from the Meteor Star Ancient Ship had crossed the sands. Their initial euphoria began to settle, replaced by curiosity as they surveyed the new continent.
Standing at the edge of a mangrove forest, many wore puzzled expressions.
Eventually, their gazes turned toward the captain of the enforcement squad.
"Captain,"
"What should we do now? Should we act independently or stick together?"
"This Land of Fallen Gods doesn’t seem all that different..."
"Where should we head first? Are there truly formidable beings here?"
Bombarded with questions, the captain frowned, at a loss. He, too, was setting foot in the Land of Fallen Gods for the first time—how could he know?
Just as the crowd pressed closer—
Suddenly!
The sky rippled with countless spatial distortions!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
In the blink of an eye, countless figures materialized overhead, their numbers so vast they blotted out the sky like a dark cloud. The very air seemed to freeze under their oppressive presence.
The crowd fell silent, their faces paling as they looked up in shock.
Even the enforcement captain stiffened, his eyes widening with awe and disbelief.
"This..."
"Their cultivation... how is it so terrifying? I can't even sense a trace of their aura!"
His words sent a ripple of fear through the group.
"Impossible!"
"If even the captain can't perceive their strength... who are these people?!"
"They must be the permanent residents of the Land of Fallen Gods!"
"Tsk..."
The sudden display jolted everyone awake. Tension mounted as the cultivators noticed the cold, almost hostile expressions of the figures above. Instinctively, they huddled together.
After several tense moments, murmurs broke out among them.
"What’s happening?"
"They don’t seem friendly."
"That can’t be. We’re fellow human cultivators who’ve crossed vast seas to get here. Why would they be hostile?"
"I disagree! Something’s definitely wrong!"
Whispers of suspicion spread, thickening the oppressive atmosphere.
The initial elation of arriving in the Land of Fallen Gods had been doused like cold water. Every nerve was on edge, as if a storm were brewing.
Lin Ruowei stood protected at the center, her maidservant trembling beside her.
"Y-young mistress... what’s going on?!"
She didn’t answer, only shook her head slightly. Yet, a shadow of unease flickered in her eyes—an ominous premonition spreading relentlessly through her heart...
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Cliffbreaker City.
Inside an opulent hall, Yao Qianji sat upon a dragon-carved throne, idly flicking his fingers. Jade slips hovered before him, flashing with streams of information.
A black-armored guard strode in, clasping his fists in salute.
"Reporting, my lord!"
"The outsiders have arrived by ship and are now surrounded on the coast. How should we deal with them? Awaiting your orders!"
Yao Qianji lifted his cold gaze.
"Deal with them?"
"Vermin like them have only one fate."
"If I recall correctly, the Northern Barren Wastes recently uncovered a Meteor Star Heaven Mine—an ancient deposit with extreme extraction difficulty. They’re short on labor. Send these wretches there."
The guard hesitated before speaking again.
"My lord, this..."
"Wouldn’t this be... inappropriate?"
"Though those outsiders are insignificant, the Ten Thousand Domains Alliance is largely composed of their kind. After tens of thousands of years of growth, their influence has expanded greatly. They’re fiercely united—if they hear of this, they may not stand idly by."
Yao Qianji’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a disdainful sneer.
"Hmph."
"What of the Ten Thousand Domains Alliance?"
"Even if they learn of this, would they dare sever ties with our Black Dragon Divine Guards over a few lowly newcomers? The Alliance may be powerful, but they’re nothing more than outsiders clinging together for warmth. Their foundations are shallow—they’d never risk major losses for such trivial matters."
His contempt deepened, as though all outsiders were mere ants unworthy of his attention.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
