Ascension Of The Villain - Chapter 282: Where Water Met Fire

Born different in a family where everyone has black hair and golden eyes, the boy was labeled a cursed child; yet, he didn't let despair swallow him. He would live on and understand the reason why he was different and what made him unique.Follow him as he embark on his journey of self discovery. This is the Chronicles of the Cursed Child, the one who will later be known as the Primordial Heir, the Elemental Lord.

The doomsday fell upon the earth when a dragon coffin sealed under a snow mountain for ages shifted, and the civilization of gods and devils began. The whole universe turned into a fantastic new world where everyone could rise to the top through cultivation. A lucky young boy seized the opportunity, and started his journey to be an overlord in cultivation.

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Heavenly emperors reigned supreme in the cultivation world but there were still existences beyond the power of heavenly emperors. They were termed as sages as they had mastered the laws of mortal world.

The prince of Zhan dynasty had once reached that epitome of cultivation world. At the mere age of thirty, he had reached the heavenly emperor realm. Then he attained that legendary realm before turning fifty. Thus, he was hailed as an unprecedented genius never before seen in this world.

When he was basking in the glory of his achievement, fate played a cruel joke on him. He got stabbed by his fiancée in his marriage day. Powerful enemies appeared out of now here and Zhan dynasty got attacked from every direction.

His father got killed Infront of him and many of his relatives perished along with him. He wanted to charge towards the battle field but the injury given by his fiancée proved fatal to him. He perished despite his unwillingness.

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When he opened his eyes he was already a seventeen year young man who shared the same name with his previous life. With his previous memory as a sage and the inheritance of Evil emperor as guide, he aimed to reach the top again.

Since then the most cursed art of wife stealing reappeared again and an unprecedented genius appeared in the path of dual cultivation.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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