“What did you just ask me?” “Cultivation is very difficult—are you afraid?” “The line before that.” “Do you want to cultivate?” Xu Xian paused briefly, then said, “Cultivation is fine—but enduring hardship is not!”
Transmigrating into the cultivation world, Su Yueli found herself completely devoid of Bone Talent, forever barred from the immortal path. After saving a martial artist by chance, she took him as her master and stepped onto the martial path. Without talent, she would simply practice over and over again! Time flew, and the world changed. Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, yet Su Yueli found that her appearance had not changed at all. She, it seemed, had achieved longevity. But with a male soul in a female body, Su Yueli could neither marry a wife, take a husband, nor fall in love. Thus, she could only throw herself entirely into the martial path. As eras shifted and years rolled by, even the weeds on her master's grave had somehow cultivated enough to take on human form. As old friends withered away one by one, Su Yueli finally realized that longevity was a sort of curse. The only thing that would ever keep her company was the wind from her fists. Countless millennia later, when the Immortal Venerables of the Nine Heavens unleashed their sky-covering magic treasures, treating all living things like straw dogs, a young girl with not a single trace of spiritual energy stepped up into the Nine Heavens and casually threw a punch. In an instant, blood qi roared, the void collapsed, and the gods and Buddhas beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, along with their arrogance, were thoroughly and physically delivered to the afterlife by this single punch. "My name is Su Yueli, just an ordinary mortal martial artist." "Today, we only talk physics, not immortal spells."
Good news: I transmigrated into the strongest race—a dragon. Bad news: What do you mean the dragon clan has fallen? And that we're being hunted down everywhere by the Angelic God Race? Weakened and fractured, the dragon clan now fights isolated battles. Hunted right from the start, my white dragon childhood friend held onto me, praying that I could survive. Every dragon believes our kind is doomed. But coming from the human world, I know one truth— Disunity leads to destruction, but unity is where the future begins. So I'm done pretending. I'm going to become the Dragon King, and I will make the dragon clan rise again. Until everyone looks up to see shimmering scales soaring across the dark sky once more.
There are seven Witches on the Red Moon Continent. The First Witch cursed the night. Since then, no one has dared wait alone until dawn. The Second Witch cursed language. Since then, speaking one’s true feelings has become the greatest luxury in the world. The Third Witch cursed memory. Since then, whenever heavy snow falls, people forget who they are. The Fourth Witch cursed appearance. Since then, even those closest to each other may not see each other’s true face. The Fifth Witch cursed desire. Since then, the more one possesses, the hungrier one becomes. The Sixth Witch cursed flaws. Since then, imperfection has become more terrifying than death. The Seventh Witch cursed fate. Since then, everyone’s life has been written in advance. The world fears them, worships them, and calls them calamities, divine punishment, and unstoppable natural disasters. But no one knows that the birth of the Seven Witches was simply because one player grinded achievements a little too hard. He had been a saint, a mentor, a savior. He had also been someone’s elder brother, someone’s confidant, someone’s one and only. It was just that at the end of every relationship, he faked his death and ran. Five hundred years later, Hiso returned. Only this time, the former min-maxing player had become Sophie: a silver-haired, red-eyed vampire girl with trash-tier stats in all five attributes and maxed-out Charisma. Sophie: “Is there, perhaps, a possibility that Hiso is already dead?” The Witches: “That’s all right.” “We’ll piece you back together.”
When Haoyuan woke up, he found he had reincarnated as an ancient snake, struggling to survive 66 million years ago in the dinosaur era just as an asteroid was about to strike the Earth. By chance, he discovered his innate talent: Thought Evolution, allowing him to evolve anything he desired at will. From then on, his rise was unstoppable. Transforming into a dragon, taking flight, wielding Fire Control, commanding thunder... he embarked on a legendary journey of evolution. Tens of millions of years passed in the blink of an eye, and he already stood atop the pinnacle of myth. A fleeing human tribe stumbled upon him by chance. From that moment on, he became that tribe's sacred totem and faith, the only true god they yearned to serve! —— Human scientists discovered a colossal thermal life signature deep underground, and curiosity drove them to pull back the veil shrouding mythical life. Spiritual energy revived; extraterrestrial beasts, Titan lifeforms, and primordial myths re-emerged... The entire world ushered in an era of behemoths! Under humanity's stunned gaze, terrifying entities descended one after another! Even more horrifying to them was that among those ultimate terrors, there existed a taboo being who had lived for countless ages. Star Lord of the Torchlit Night. Thus the descendants of the tribe that worshipped Him called Him. They hailed Him as the Ancestor of All Dragons, the Pinnacle of Myth, the Twilight of the Gods, the Nightmare of Cthulhu, the Ancient God of the Starry Skies Whom None Dare Behold...
She transmigrated and became a green snake. Su Qing had no intention of transforming into a dragon. She knew the status dragons held in mythology — always getting the short end of the stick. Monkeys dared to bully them, Nezha dared to bully them, and dragon liver and phoenix marrow were considered delicacies. So all she wanted was to become a powerful demon, live as a “Willow Immortal", protect a small region of people, and enjoy a quiet life. Fortunately, she managed to achieve all of that. But a thousand years later, a young girl named Xuanzang smashed her mountain gate with a single punch and asked if she wanted to go fetch scriptures. Then came some guy with a serious case of chuunibyou syndrome, constantly shouting “Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon” and bothering them every day. Sigh. Why is it so hard to just live a peaceful life?
Transmigrated into a xuanhuan world, Ye Ling becomes the background clan sister fated to be nothing more than a supporting character in the story. No top-tier talent? No mysterious inheritance? Doesn't matter! The golden finger "Heaven Rewards Diligence" manifests in reality — one part effort, several parts reward. Techniques and martial arts can all be swiftly perfected. Sword in hand, she trains tirelessly day after day in swordsmanship and martial techniques, her cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds. Faced with covetous rivals and challengers, her swordsmanship is sharp and merciless — she crushes her peers through sheer strength. No romantic entanglements, no love affairs — fully focused on cultivating and growing stronger throughout. So what if I'm just a background character? I forge my own path, sword in hand — through diligence alone, I'll reach the summit and carve out the life I want!
All because Chu Xia took a paid bathroom break, he crossed into another world and became a universally hated chromatic dragon. Weak, helpless, and very good at eating, the little black dragon had no choice but to pick up the virtues of the Flower-Planting Family and quietly develop in order to survive in this cruel otherworld. However, this otherworld does not seem as peaceful as it appears. Gods who no longer answer their believers? A spaceship from the technology side? A forgotten previous life? Things seem to be moving in an unpredictable direction!