As a villainous cultivator, branding a silver streak on the fox demon lady's abdomen was reasonable, right? As a villainous junior brother, inducing the aloof and beautiful fairy sister to betray the righteous path was also normal, right? As a villainous disciple, filial piety towards his beautiful master turned sour, and saving the blackened master from falling into the abyss was also his duty, right? ………………I was wrong. After the demon fell, they caught me and "repaid the favor" fiercely. [Laughing]

[No connection, no cheating, no time travel, understanding + genius + scheming + single female lead + high intelligence + cruelty] I felt that the previous part was too boring, so I started reading from Chapter 162 Dream 1.

(This is not a suspenseful story, nor is it a stallion story, nor is it invincible. It is semi-dark. The hero and heroine love and hate each other. The emotional scenes are not exciting. If you like sweet stories, multiple heroines, or no heroine, please go easy on me.) [Also, please pay attention to the distinction between theory and practice in this article.]

Some people have a clear sword heart, born for the sword, and can open the world with one sword.

Some people have a very clear mind, they understand everything and know the principles of heaven and earth.

Some people have the heart of Buddha, compassion and sympathy for the world, and some have the skills of Vajra to subdue demons. Some people are born with a natural body, immune to all magical attacks.

Some people are born with a natural body of Taoism, born close to the Tao, and can easily master many forbidden techniques.

Some people are born with fighting bodies. Every time their health value decreases, their strength doubles. They fight bloody battles and live to the death.

Some people are born with immortal eyes, which can break through illusions, understand yin and yang, and their eyes can move and perform all the laws in the world.

I was born with mixed spiritual roots, what can I do? Then go and get a better one, and if the one I get is unusable? Then forget it, I will directly cast a spiritual platform with 100,000 bones.

I have only one principle in my practice: I can only let down the world, but I will never let the world let me down.

While the rest walk on the destined path, he alone treaded on the treacherous one; drowning in his own darkness. Pitch-black tongues of fire flickered in his heart, dancing on his fingertips; flames potent enough to burn away the light itself. Whenever his sword undressed from scabbard, it pierced through space and time. The sharp edge flaring golden and red, turning and twisting between the fragile fringes of good and evil. Immortal sects rise and fall with a mere gesture of his hands; songs of karma never cease playing…

Untouched by the allure of the mortal world, he cultivates the heavenly and eternal Dao, laying abandon to time in that timeless dimension.

Witness how he fought, fell, and rose again.

The saga of a man who forged his path to immortality, spirituality, and his ultimate attainment of the Great Enlightenment.

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“When the four continents are overturned, I shall step into the Heavenly Realm of the Spirit Mountain and wield my weapon.” Standing atop the ten-thousand petal lotus platform, wearing a snow-white Buddhist robe, Ji Yuenian’s raven-black long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He had a look of indifference as he gazed at the ethereal and vast Sacred Mount Meru, far away in the west.

Where individuals meet, regardless of Immortal or mortal, sit and recite the Yellow Court Classic. The story begins from one of the four continents.

Three Emperors have died in quick succession. The prince whom nobody had taken notice of unexpectedly succeeds to the throne. He is quickly plunged into layers upon layers of danger. The Empress Dowager dislikes him, wishing to install a younger, more obedient Emperor. His half-brother dislikes him, accusing him of stealing the throne that is rightfully his. The palace attendants and servants dislike him, believing that he is not a true Emperor. The Child Emperor must save himself.

There was no light in the dark of night, only war drums sounded and war cries shouted. A young man listened carefully, it was his heart beating and blood flowing.

What lies hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it a man, a god, or…a monster?

No path could be the best, for infinite are the journeys possible underfoot!