MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 238 echoes of the past

Sixty years after the global catastrophe, the Little Freeze Period ended, and the governments of the living regions began to collect land in the anarchic areas to be planned on a large scale, reorganized resources, and entered the recovery stage in an all-round way. These two decades are also called “golden Twenty years”.

This is a bright era in which new regions are rising one after another, politics is set up, capital is acting, careerists are everywhere, heroes are powerful, villains and grassroots are rising together! A young man rises up in troubled times with a full stomach of strategy, hides a tiger in his chest, and measures the world.

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Chu Xisheng transmigrated to Daning and resurrected within the Dominating Martial King's Tomb.After escaping the grave, he not only had to face the pursuit of the court and various forces but also had to help his wife, the King of Dominance, Qin Muge, regain everything step by step.Fortunately, he awakened a System where the more famous he became, the more invincible he was, and the more he become the scapegoat, the stronger he grew.

Wen Zhixing has transmigrated into the world of cultivation and has been unexpectedly abducted to the Wondrous Palace, where is full of infamous female cultivators. However, with his Immortality System, Wen Zhixing discovers that he could see their “Fortune Fragments” and take advantage of these Fragments by consuming his lifespan.[ Acquire the constitution: Revival of the Withered Tree.][Revival of the Withered Tree: Blazing Gold Quality. Can rejuvenate a withered body. Each time the body enters a withered state, it will undergo nirvana. After nine nirvanas, it will shed its mortal form.]...

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.