Like tiny droplets breaking free from a mighty river.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Under Xu Xi's control, the towering wizard's tower, wrapped in immense soul energy, forcibly tore open a massive spatial rift. It stabilized and anchored itself before piercing through the barrier of the wizarding world.
The sensation was a peculiar weightlessness.
A distortion of both time and space.
Some things moved forward, while others frantically receded.
The myriad phenomena of the world twisted into grotesque forms—some stretching out tendrils like mountain-sized stars, others shriveling into withered, lifeless husks.
Xu Xi observed the scene calmly.
It was the death wail of a world, the grotesque mutation of overturned laws and order.
But from now on,
it had nothing to do with Xu Xi anymore.
"Great Wizard, is this... enough?"
The valiant warrior stood tall, clad in silver-gray light armor, her emerald eyes layered like intricate paintings. Hesitation colored her expression as she scanned the eerie surroundings of the Salvation Tower.
Worry.
Confusion.
And yet, a glimmer of anticipation for the future.
Xu Xi gave a slight nod. "Yes. Soon, we will completely leave this world and enter the chaos beyond."
As if affirming his words,
the scenery representing the wizarding world outside the tower rapidly blurred past.
Colors and shadows interlaced, merging and overlapping unnaturally, imprinting themselves upon the formless void.
Even the most ignorant observer
could tell from this dreamlike spectacle that they were leaving the world behind.
"Servia, this is a rare experience," Xu Xi said with a faint smile, the shifting hues outside casting ever-changing light upon his face.
He extended his hand,
and a star map unfurled in his palm.
This was a treasure Xu Xi had acquired long ago in the wizarding world—a record of spatial coordinates to multiple worlds.
Only with these coordinates
did Xu Xi dare attempt cross-dimensional travel.
Otherwise, drifting aimlessly through the boundless chaos would inevitably lead to exhaustion and a fatal descent.
"Great Wizard, have you decided which world to go to?"
"Yes. I’ve already set the Salvation Tower’s course—we’re heading to the Heruka World."
Xu Xi pointed to a spot on the star map,
showing Servia the location of the Heruka World.
Seeing the warrior’s curiosity, Xu Xi patted the space beside him. "Servia, sit down."
"Though I’ve told you about the Heruka World before, it’s best to go over it again."
"I hope you won’t find me tedious."
Servia shook her head quickly. "No, not at all. You’ve helped me so much…"
"I’ve always been grateful for your guidance…"
As she spoke,
Servia slowly sat down, her hands folded neatly on her lap—poised, quiet, waiting for Xu Xi’s explanation.
Everything was proceeding smoothly.
The cross-dimensional journey was underway.
Soon, she, the Great Wizard, and everyone in the tower would arrive at a new world—one of peace and light.
Yet, for some reason,
the joy and excitement Servia should have felt never came.
Instead, her mind was hazy,
her heart hollow.
Though her skeletal frame held no flesh,
a faint, tearing sensation lingered in her chest.
"Servia," Xu Xi took the undead girl’s hand.
The familiar warmth dispelled her unease.
"The Heruka World has its own civilization."
"Once we arrive, you must scout carefully and avoid conflict with local factions."
"Your talent is exceptional."
"Given time, you’ll break through to the Fourth-Circle, and eventually the Fifth and Sixth."
"So don’t rush into battle."
"Nothing matters more than your safety."
Xu Xi spoke gently, advising the girl on how to proceed after their arrival.
His words carried a weight Servia couldn’t comprehend,
so heavy that even her hollow ribcage trembled.
Servia felt strange today.
Though Xu Xi was merely explaining precautions,
an inexplicable fear gripped her.
"Servia, I’ve granted you access to the tower’s spirit."
"Even if I’m absent, you can control the entire tower through it."
"You’ve become a true wizard now."
"I trust you’ll use the tower’s resources wisely—without needing my approval."
But…
But…
I’m not ready…
Servia, though undead and unaffected by physical limitations, found her soulfire flickering unsteadily.
Her simulated voice trembled.
"Great Wizard…"
"I’m not as capable as you believe."
"I don’t deserve… I can’t possibly control the tower in your stead…"
The fear was irrational.
The trembling, inexplicable.
Being acknowledged by the Great Wizard should have been a joyous occasion,
yet her heart only grew more unsettled.
This weakness shamed her.
Instead of rising to Xu Xi’s expectations,
she had retreated without reason.
Servia didn’t want this.
She didn’t want to disappoint Xu Xi.
But her body reacted faster than her thoughts.
Almost involuntarily, the words of refusal slipped out.
"Servia..."
Faced with such a resolute hero, Xu Xi was taken aback. He wanted to say more, but an unexpected interruption cut him short.
"BOOM!!"
A violent tremor shook the entire tower.
Just moments ago,
the Tower of Salvation had completely severed itself from the world of sorcery.
By doing so, it had escaped the doomed world—but in turn, it now stood exposed before the endless Abyss.
The sheer magnitude of its presence alone
was enough to press down on the Tower of Salvation, hindering its advance.
The tower groaned under the strain, its inhabitants scattering in fear.
"Servia, go and calm the people. I’ll take control here."
Xu Xi issued the order with icy composure, waving his staff to erect spatial barriers, ensuring the dimensional crossing proceeded smoothly.
"Yes, Lord Sorcerer!"
Knowing the urgency of the situation,
Servia swiftly departed the summit,
ready to reassure the people and maintain order throughout the tower.
At the very last moment before leaving,
as if compelled by some unseen force, she glanced back.
Xu Xi stood firm,
encircled by grotesque, twisting chaos.
"Go, Servia," he said, his smile gentle as he gave her a slight nod.
Only after Servia had fully left
did Xu Xi turn his gaze beyond the tower—to the world of sorcery, and further still, to the endless Abyss.
A mortal body, staring unflinchingly at the world and chaos itself.
A mere five-ringed soul, standing against an unfathomable existence.
"So it’s come to this after all..." Xu Xi’s grip on his staff loosened slightly—then tightened with renewed resolve.
Soulfire blazed.
His spirit surged.
Decades of stored power, an immeasurable ocean of accumulated souls, erupted all at once.
Here, at the pinnacle of the tower,
he would hold back the most deranged malice.
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
