Gripes have their origins and debts have their debtors. We haven’t crossed each other in days past or present, nor formed any grudges. I am but duty-bound to carry this out, so apologies in advance!

In his past life, Yang Chen was a gentle person who was oppressed for his whole life.

Now that he’s reborn, he chose to become an executioner and severs ties and grudges with his executioner’s blade, killing all that climb onto the Immortal Executioner’s Platform!

Heads will roll! Humans’ in the human realm, demons’ in the demon realm, devils’ in the devil realm and immortals’ in the immortal realm!

He is an undead who is devoid of all humanity, he is the one and only supreme overlord, he is a man who has severe mysophobia.

There are many people who try to act cool in front of him, whatever soldier king, assassin, system user, transmigrator, reincarnator, the strong returning, the strong coming down from the mountain, person coming back from the immortal world, reincarnation of the devil king, immortal emperor possessing someone’s body, and so on, all of them do not know what will happen next.

Yharnam wanders the night of the hunt, thirsting for pale blood. The blade of mercy leaves a silver trail in the air, and chopped flesh flies across the sky. Broken rotten flesh, broken corpses. The scent of ambergris, honey grass, and camphor in the bird-beak mask purifies the fetid air. Thanks to the foolish spider Rom's constant rewinding of time, the old hunters need a reliable watcher to watch over their descendants and purge every hunter who indulges in killing and frenzy from the group. I am a hunter! The hunter who hunts hunters! The wings shake off, and the long scarf of the black crow drips with sticky blood, turning into an endless red rain. I will show mercy... You will wake up in the morning light tomorrow, no longer troubled by nightmares. ——————The story of an old hunter wandering through various worlds. Some of the settings are magically modified.

(Longevity + no system + non-cool text + fiction + slow pace)

(The main story is about traveling and witnessing the changes after the spiritual energy is exhausted.)

You have seen the prosperous times when the spiritual energy is rich, the myriad races rise up, and the geniuses are like the stars in the sky.

But have you ever experienced the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the withering of all laws, and the death of the great way?

Have you ever seen the huge immortal dynasty gradually become mortal? Countless sects are disbanded, and the cultivators of the world are tightly guarding the spiritual energy and staying at home?

Ants dare to exchange their life with the emperor, cultivators struggle hard to seek reform, the former geniuses struggle in the mortal world, and sick cultivators cannot die.

A hundred schools of thought contend, demons, immortality, death persuasion...

For the cultivators of the world, the exhaustion of spiritual energy is a cruel era. In this era, spiritual energy is life.

In this era, some people laugh heartily, some people live in mediocrity, and some people show their true nature.

Li Changxiao's talent for cultivation is not good, but he has the Great Dream Immortal Body. Able to control dreams, plant dreams...

Just sleeping can increase lifespan.

In addition, there is a dream space with spiritual energy in the body!

He became the most special person of this era, the only one who does not have to worry about lifespan and can practice slowly.

After the spiritual energy was exhausted for three hundred years, he walked in the mortal world, settled grudges, and watched the clouds rise and fall.

He witnessed the defeat of the Endless Immortal Dynasty, the fall of the Immortal Holy Land, and the sea turned into mulberry fields and turned into the sea again.

He is a preacher, a long-lived guest, and an extremely evil...

When a futuristic scientist is transported into the body of a young man in a fantasy world, his curiosity and desire for power push him to pursue magic. In a world without mercy, Leylin has no qualms about doing anything if it means benefits. He is cold, ruthless and calculating, never forming attachments that could impede his ultimate goal…

Honor? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? What do I get out of it? Nothing? Bye.

Hmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Better kill him before he becomes a problem…

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

On the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron was calling your name: Arthas... When the young prince was no longer blinded by hatred, When the king of Lordaeron broke the boundary between life and death, When Azeroth’s future is no longer foggy, the original fallen road is gone. I am the king of Lordaeron, the co-lord of life and death, and the dawn of Azeroth!

(Villain) (Invincible background) (Invincible talent) The prince of the most powerful force in the fairyland, with an invincible background and invincible talent, why should he become a stepping stone for those protagonists? Live again, I will step on the genius of heaven, create the strongest of all ages, and transcend everything. What? You are the son of destiny? Die. What? The heroine of destiny broke up the marriage? Massacre the clan. What? You are the protagonist with a system? The system is good and belongs to me.

[Multiple Heroines + Betraying Master-Disciple Relationship + Yandere + Empress + No System]

Gu An transmigrated into the Great Li Dynasty and became the son of a noble lord, but he was born with a weak constitution and could not cultivate. In order to become stronger, over the years, he secretly cultivated demonic arts under the guidance of a powerful succubus, but on the surface, he always behaved obediently and respectfully.

Until one night, the Empress—renowned as the number one beauty of the Eastern Wasteland—summoned him to the palace and forcefully had intercourse with him. From that night on, his once peaceful life began to gradually unravel.

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“My name is Dugu Muxue. I play two roles in one body—both the ruler of Great Li and the Empress.”

Because of someone’s scheme, I had no choice but to make Gu An the target of my love tribulation.

Unexpectedly, as time passed, I actually developed true feelings for him and slowly fell in love.

Under the influence of a special cultivation technique, my possessiveness became increasingly pathological.

After I forcefully seized power and became the sovereign of Great Li as a female emperor, I announced to the world that I had forcibly taken Gu An as my imperial consort, and imprisoned him deep within the inner palace:

“Whatever I, Dugu Muxue, want—there is nothing I cannot obtain. Gu An, you belong to me alone!”

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“My name is Yi Hanyan, the ice-cold master in Gu An’s eyes.”

Under the relentless pursuit of this rebellious disciple, my bottom line kept breaking down step by step.

Because of him, my Dao heart shattered three times.

The first time, when I found out my rebellious disciple had an ambiguous relationship with my younger sister.

The second time, when he "willingly" became the Empress’s consort and said he wanted to cut ties with me.

The third time, when even my greatest rival became one of his beloved women!

I’m tired.

To hell with it—I'll just turn evil.

I’m going to hide this rebellious disciple away somewhere no one can ever find him!

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“My name is Xue Yaorao, the great succubus in Gu An’s mouth, and also his master.”

I just thought raising a disciple would be fun.

I never expected to end up losing myself in the process...

Unspeakable things were whispering at the bottom of the abyss, and the Old Ones were wandering in the starry sky.

The endless distortion brought by the pursuit of the unknown brought an end to all wizards who pursued the truth.

Only Lyle, whose sanity value was locked by the system, embraced His hands, kissed His face, and whispered something that terrified them.

"Add another hour, and use more strength."