[No system, no invincibility, no refreshing writing, moderate rhythm, those who mind should be careful. According to the suggestions of readers, the first person has been changed to the third person (the first four chapters of this book tell the history of the world and all things. If you don't like historical research and settings, you can jump directly to the first chapter: "Ashes are destroyed, new life" starts, which will not affect reading)]
When the gods are dead, who will maintain the order of the world?
According to legend, the original god Kronos cast a ring with his heart and transformed himself into a world, ending chaos with his life and opening up the world. The divine ring called "Kronos Ring" carries all the mysteries of time, fate and order. It hangs quietly at the top of the sky, rotating endlessly, waiting for fate to come again.
Thousands of years later, a young man in a border town picked up the fragments of fate between the sea of fire and dreams on the night when his home was destroyed. In a world where darkness is approaching, faith collapses, the gods are silent, and only the fire of mortals has not been extinguished.
Can he break the ring of fate and reshape a new era? When fate comes back again, is he ready to face the call from the depths of time?
[Through the Book][Han Li][Magic Bottle][Hot Blood][Group Portrait][Villain Counterattack][Sequential Evolution][Mutated Spiritual Root][Decisive Killing]
> The first thing I did after becoming Mo Juren: destroy Zhang Tie’s puppet and snatch Han Li’s opportunity!
> I didn't find the little green bottle under the cliff, but I dug out a rusty magic bottle——
> From then on, the style of painting suddenly changed:
> Poison creates a phantom killer, waste elixir becomes a mountain god, and lightning strike activates the fairyland in the bottle!
Han Li cultivated for a hundred years to become an immortal. Mo Yuan smiled and touched Sequence 101: "Be good, carry me to chop down the Heavenly Dao."
> When the ultimate sequence [Zero Gun] penetrates the sky——
> The gods and Buddhas in heaven were shocked to realize: This villain had already transformed himself into the Supreme God!
(This is not a simple novel. I want to write a complete and realistic different world. The plot is fragmented and gradually pieced together from the perspective of the protagonist. It is a slow-paced novel that requires patience to read. It is not a cool novel.)
Kent traveled through time. This is a very clichéd plot, and what is even more clichéd is that he was just an extra brought along when he traveled through time with others... The people who traveled through time with him were either warriors, mages or shooters, and only Kent was a support... I thought I was going to be abandoned and start a counterattack, but they firmly reached out their hands to me.
Okay... then I'll use my abilities to protect them!
Born an outcast, forged in blood.
Yin Jiuyou endured a lifetime of humiliation. At the public annulment ceremony, his fiancée ruthlessly extracted his soul blood, sacrificing it to refine a magical weapon—while his so-called family watched in silence. His parents were thrown into prison, his enemies laughed in his face, and death loomed close.
But in that final moment, he grasped a fragment of a blood-soaked ancient banner.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner responded.
It recognized its new master.
It devoured souls, refined spirits, and drank the marrow of his enemies.
From that day on, he built his path to power with bone and blood.
He forged the bones of the fallen into a foundation.
He drained souls to feed the banner spirit.
He squeezed the flesh of those who wronged him into elixirs of vengeance.
No longer bound by any single tradition, Yin Jiuyou shattered limits, merging the four great paths—**Buddhism, Demonism, Taoism, and Martial Arts—**into one supreme cultivation method.
In a secret realm, a group of giggling Green Tea Fairies tried to ensnare him, unaware that the very ancestor they revered was already imprisoned within his banner.
When the wheel of reincarnation shattered and the heavens began to tremble,
he stood atop the howling Soul Banner, eyes cold, voice like thunder:
“Those who once humiliated me…
will have their souls burned in unquenchable flame—
and serve as slaves for all eternity.”
Transform into the mother nest, the master of all evil!
The bloodbath in the mountain village, I'll retaliate against the Ten Thousand Filths' Nest and refine the Ten Thousand Filths' Golden Elixir! Sand Iron City? Destroyed in a snap! The old demon in the mountain of corpses? Devour his elixir alive!
After returning from a thirty-year hibernation, the Bai Hai Sect dares to overstep its bounds?
During the Pagoda Sacrifice Ceremony, the Jindan Sect Master's might was unstoppable! In a corner, the Qi-training ant "Yin Jiu" raised his head and clenched his fingers—the Soul-Locking Pagoda, the treasure, turned against him, and the Sect Master was reduced to ashes!
"Have you had enough fun?"
The evil lord returns, and all creatures bow! All the heavens and abysses shall know—I am the calamity!
(Apocalypse + Weirdness + Villain Protagonist + High-IQ Spy Thriller | No Heroism, No Romance, No Knife Fights)
When the apocalypse descends, technology collapses—and weirdness creeps in from the cracks of reality.
In the shadows of Area B, the most dangerous spy ever known is finally exposed.
Xie Changfeng—master manipulator, strategist, and traitor.
That very night, Area B plunges into unprecedented chaos.
Cities lose control. Chains of command break down. The weirdness multiplies.
Enemies from all directions close in, determined to erase him.
Out of options, out of time, Xie Changfeng chooses self-destruction.
But that wasn’t the end.
Now, reborn in a world spiraling deeper into madness, he returns with every memory, every grudge, and every unfinished plan.
No emotions.
No attachments.
No forgiveness.
Armed only with his mind and a new set of rules born from death itself, Xie Changfeng plays the game again—colder, faster, and deeper than before.
In a world ruled by secrets and shadows,
there’s no room for knives or compassion—only control.
[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]
(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)
I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,
a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.
The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—
met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.
Even in ruin, they watched.
This is an era sustained by soul power,
where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.
But fate is a crooked thing.
My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,
a cult of madness and slaughter,
whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.
Are they insane? No—
They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.
In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.
Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.
“If the gods allow evil to flourish,
then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”
Let the monks rot.
Let the threads tighten.
Let the drops fall.
I walk not the righteous path,
but the necessary one.
Goblins absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and are not contaminated by the calamities of the mortal world. They are the supreme existence of the demon clan. They forge a treasure in their lifetime, and every time they appear, they cause bloody storms!
Ye Qingchen, a time traveler with a mysterious background, emerged from the Sin Continent holding the broken sword Mo Ran, vowing to subvert the rules of the three religions. He believed that the Tao could be reversed, and his Tao was evil!
A great villain who had struggled for ten years in the main divine dimension gave up everything in exchange for a chance to live again in a parallel world.
Originally, he just wanted to live a leisurely life in his old age...
In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.
On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.
The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.
I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.
But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.
Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.
The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.
Yet I shall not yield.
I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,
pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,
and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—
Let it be known:
Strangers shall never be slaves.