"A landscape of breathtaking beauty, yet fragmented and shattered; swords clash, horses gallop, heroes rise amidst the flames of war! This was the prosperous Sui Dynasty, a golden age of splendor, yet also an era of turmoil and conflict. Talented scholars and beautiful women, chivalrous wanderers, poetry and songs, courage and passion. Yang Su, Gao Ying, Pei Ju, Yu Shiji, Yuwen Shu, Li Mu—the court intrigues, the vortex of powerful clans… Li Mi, Dou Jiande, Du Fuwei, Wang Shichong, Liu Wuzhou, Liang Shidu, Xiao Xian—heroes stood tall. The Sui Dynasty lost its empire, plunging the world into chaos. Who could restore order and seize power? Luo Zhaoyun, wielding a white horse and silver spear, will take you into the magnificent era of the late Sui Dynasty!"

This is a world where demons are rampant.

The horror of monsters, as long as humans are very clear

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Even the warriors among humans who can contend with demons, if they can choose, they will not want to have any contact with demons.

But it is such a world. In a small county, a young man is killing demons every night, just to complete these billion swords…

The ultimate swordsman: "You promised to let me see your full moon scimitar, but you actually made Xiao Li fly the knife!"

Famous swordsman: "I am the flying immortal from heaven who wants to teach you, why do you only use Dugu Nine Swords!"

Invincible Boxer: "You clearly said it was the Seven-Injury Fist, why did the palm technique you used have dragon elements!"

Chu Tang said: As long as I know enough martial arts, none of you can beat me!

Surviving in troubled times, seeking glory in prosperous ones.

The Great Yan Kingdom, standing for a thousand years and enduring countless changes, now totters precariously. Zhao Changkong, the heir of Marquis Dingwu, is left behind in the capital, deeply mired in difficulties with slim chances of survival. He battles through thorns and thistles, finally earning a glimmer of hope...

His brushstrokes startle the wind and rain, his poems make ghosts weep! His sword's shadow moves like a soaring swan, his spirit engulfs mountains and rivers! He revives lost ancient wisdom for the sages and brings peace to the Nine Continents!

...Years later, he stands firm, treading yin and yang to determine the universe, forever and always, he is the most revered. In this world, he alone reigns supreme.

[The Ballad of Youth + Divine Travel at the Start + System] Mu Qingxuan transmigrates to The Ballad of Youth. He begins by joining the Mu family of the Dark River. He cultivates his way to becoming a sword immortal, battling the Lone Sword Immortal on the city walls of Mu Liang. Just as Mu Qingxuan breaks through to the Divine Travel Realm, the system, sixteen years late, finally arrives… I've already reached the Divine Travel Realm? You want me to refresh the monsters? Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang: Sword Immortal Qingxuan is both my teacher and friend; I am inferior to him. Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen: This humble Daoist has never left the mountain; are all young people these days so fierce? Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan: Fifty or fifty-fifty, I'll continue with fifty or fifty-fifty. If I can't win, I'll compete internally. The more we scholars read, the stronger we become. Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi: Masked thief, so improper! Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian: Mom, help! Mo Yi: Oh no, I think I can't beat him…

A tattered piece of paper, the simplicity of a pen. There's no moving plot here, no dazzling embellishment of flowery vocabulary. Instead, the author seeks to recount the joys and sorrows of life, to express the ordinary and varied aspects of life. And there's also the story of Shi Tian, ​​a grassroots genius of his generation, his journey against the odds, and his poignant love story. Interested readers are welcome to read, offer feedback, and discuss. Let's create a better work together. Thank you!

Located in the southern part of the Zemurian continent, in the Kingdom of Liberl, a land of peace is constantly witnessing breathtaking power struggles and intrigue. An ending is merely the beginning of the next, a cycle that repeats endlessly. When the goddess pushes his destiny to the brink of danger, facing a perilous enemy, will he have the courage to draw the next card to counter? "Hmm, even the smallest number cannot be ignored as it has the potential to overturn the tide." (This book is a fanfiction of Trails of Cold Steel; the protagonist is an original character.)

The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, its waters unable to wash away the blood of human heroes. Since Emperor Chengyang raised his army six thousand years ago, this world has belonged to our human race. ———— This is the latest installment of my multi-part novel, *The Cold Heaven Emperor*, a work of over three million words, which is nearing its end.

"Congratulations, host. Because you've rejected the system's mission, you'll be randomly matched with a destined partner to assist you." Somewhere in the remote mountains and waters, a white tiger spirit, after cultivating for a thousand years, was chased by a rolling thunderbolt and forced to flee. Damn it, whether or not Tang Sanzang goes to the West to obtain the scriptures is none of my business! Guanyin: "Xuanzang, go and obtain the scriptures, and stop making trouble." "Okay, no problem, it's completely fine." Several days passed, and Tang Sanzang still hadn't made a move. Mu Cha: "Oh no, Avalokitesvara, Tang Sanzang has sprained his ankle and can't go on the road." Avalokitesvara: "Calm down, let Wukong and the others tie him up and take him on the road. I don't believe that monkey can't subdue him!" On the Five Elements Mountain, Sun Wukong, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, said with a look of despair: "Why hasn't the master come yet? Did he get lost?" In Gaojiazhuang, Zhu Bajie looked warily at the sturdy monk carrying a white horse. The monk smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm just a knight passing by." In the Quicksand River, Sha Wujing jumped out of the water with a ferocious look, but saw a muscular gray-robed monk throwing the white horse directly across the river. Frightened, he quickly dived back into the river. "We agreed to fetch the scriptures to the West and give them to the disciple. What's the point of fetching the scriptures without a disciple? I'm tired and I'm going on strike! Otherwise, Buddha, can you express the scriptures to me?" Tathagata: "..."