Angel Monarch - Chapter 449: Floating Ruins

The MC (Minato) is a college student who died in a plane crash and was reincarnated in a fantasy world. He was raised alone in the wilderness by his succubus mother, and now he tries to make his way as an adventurer.

The good-natured Hou Yuxiao arrived in a martial arts world clearly divided between good and evil with a magical dual-colored lotus flower and became the Family Head of a small, insignificant Demon Path family in a county town, overseeing three younger brothers and a sister.The second brother was hot-tempered, the fourth brother was prone to fratricide, the youngest lived amongst the Demon Path but spent all day studying Confucian classics, and the only sister turned out to be a...Looking at the four problematic children, Hou Yuxiao fell into deep thought!It was a time of great contention,with Dynasties desperate for virtuous talents, seeking to stabilize their reign over The World,with sects dominating certain regions, aspiring to tower over all living beings,with families carrying on centuries of legacy, aiming to pursue happiness forever,with gangs reigning supreme, striving to build everlasting power,with academies resolving doubts and imparting knowledge, hoping people would promote the practice of farming and reading to future generations,...Thousand-Faced Handsome Man Hou Yuxiao, Black Extinction Demon Blade Hou Yucheng, Nation-Topping Demon Consort Hou Yuling, Blood Sword of Sunrise Hou Yujie, and Saint-Overturning Demon Confucian Hou Yuduan...Years later, looking back, the Hou Clan had already ascended to the pinnacle.

An avid Xianxia reader suddenly has his dream come true—he wakes up in a world of cultivation. The only problem? Maybe it wasn’t really his dream after all.Now, faced with the daunting reality of countless cultivation realms to climb, countless worlds to ascend through, and countless arrogant young masters to deal with, despair begins to settle in.Fortunately, a glimmer of hope appears amidst the chaos: a mysterious system that could change everything.Armed with elders, ancestors, and a sect leader—who are all actually his own avatars—he no longer feels completely overwhelmed.“At least I don’t have to do it all alone… well, technically, I do. They’re just avatars, after all.”

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.