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...
[Ancient Style Essay Contest] Li Changfeng travels through fantasy.
Inherit the magical power from the master.
Invincible from the start?
What!
He had offended the Ninth Rank Emperor? And he even asked the Emperor to call him "Ba Ba"!
Awesome, so bold!
He wanted to take the goddess as his servant? And let the goddess serve tea and water?
This is really arrogant...
He also wants to accept disciples and give them spiritual treasures?
I want to become your disciple!
I want one too!
Li Changfeng: Anyone can be my apprentice, isn't that uncool? To be my apprentice, you have to be a genius!
Purely dark prose! Values? Nonexistent! Promises?
Haha—conscience?
What is that?
In this bloody, chaotic, crazy, twisted, divided, and ruined world of disaster, all that exists is—killing, survival, desire, and madness...
Haibara's high school teaching record is less than ideal. As a young high school teacher, her class has a very high rate of absenteeism, tardiness, and early departures. While the students appear well-behaved and obedient, they secretly save the world as magical girls. To reduce her class's absenteeism and get all the slacking magical girls back to school, Haibara decides to debut as a villainous magical girl. However, there's a problem with this process: the beautiful high school principal flirts with her. The magical girl queen views her as her undefiled white moonlight. And the villainous female leader of the villainous organization secretly desires her. "Teacher Haibara, you don't want your classmates to know you're a villain, do you?" Eventually, even her students begin to show their filial piety. The succubus teacher's path, a dignified series!
The world is a vast ocean of nothingness. The world is a tiny speck of dust in the ocean.
Above the heavens, the abyss looms, beneath the dark moon, heretics gaze. Ancient beings forge ahead, illuminating the path of ascension with the candlelight of civilization. Martial arts, remnants of the mind, and the commandments; natural disasters, immortal insects, and truth... The world is full of dangers, but it also holds equal opportunities and fortuitous encounters.
Chu Hengkong stepped into the Endless Dust Island. He had no intention of becoming a god, but only wanted to dominate himself in the troubled times.
——He wants to use his tentacles to strangle fate by the throat!
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[Dark Empire][Heavenly Flow][Fortunate Flow][Warhammer Style starting in the middle period]
"Qin Jue, you are an out-and-out tyrant, a tyrant, and an executioner. More than a million innocent souls have died at your hands! Is this the world you want?"
"Hehe, how could you know what I'm going to do?"
"Lord Jia, I feel that there are still too many cultivators in this world of cultivation, and the spiritual energy is too thin. Do you have any good ideas?"
"Your Majesty, I have a plan to sell our Dayu's technological products to the entire cultivation world, leaving a secret door. Then..."
"I call this plan the Cultivator Cleansing Plan."
When technology merged with cultivation, when billions of psychic warships soared throughout the world of cultivation, and when countless cultivators saw that even a soldier under Qin Jue had reached the Nascent Soul stage and was now a God, they trembled.
This is a story about how a mortal dynasty gradually built a multi-dimensional empire among the heavens.
What? The people under my command in the outside world call me ancestor?
But these are just the people with the lowest cultivation level under my command!
What do you ask me for?
I want this black dragon flag to be planted in every world, and I want every citizen of Dayu to be like a dragon!
Women, power, life and death, the ability to do whatever he wants is his lifelong pursuit. History is written by the victors, truth is established amidst the flames of war, and only the dead resist rebellion! Only when you stand above others will your words be heard and obeyed! A refreshing read in the same vein as Total War: Conquest, you know.
The blood moon looms.
At Jialing Pass, a sacred tree reaches the sky.
Standing on the dome, Fang Yuan stuffed the soul fruit condensed by devouring all life into his mouth. Looking down at Tang San, who had achieved the status of Shura God and was filled with murderous intent, he sneered.
"Just a grain of sand, not even half as good as me."
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[Don't lick Tang San, don't join the group, don't enter the Spirit Hall]
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