ruins of valyria

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation. As the vast oceans turn to dust and the thunder and lightning fade away, That strand of spiritual mist once again approaches our great world. With the shackles that bound our world now severed— A whole new world of mystery and wonder awaits, As we turn the corner... ------ The Sacred Ruins Is a story set in a post-apocalyptic world. A world that has recovered to a state that is roughly equal to our own world in terms of technology and culture, although its ancient history remains largely unknown. The story begins during the post-graduation trip of our protagonist, where he discovers some ancient ruins and witnesses “the great change”, an upheaval that changed everything. The changing earth not only brought about new, unexplored landscape but also sparked the evolution of all organisms. Plants and animals started gaining sentience and some humans obtained unimaginable powers. The legends, myths, and tales of old seemed to have suddenly come to life as the earth entered a new era where beasts and men formed factions, explored new lands and ultimately struggled for supremacy. We follow the MC as he grows from being an eccentric young man into a badass expert warrior while meeting other funny characters and forming brotherly bonds. We watch as he falls into just as much hilarious situations as he does perilous ones, all the while wondering and slowly discovering the mysteries of this world. Just why was the world destroyed in the first place? Who or what had triggered this earth-shattering “change”? What profundities lie behind the process of evolution? ------ Chen Dong is one of the top authors in the Chinese Qidian site and this particular novel has been number one on its monthly charts for several months straight. If you are looking for a funny and unique novel that is free from the cliches of reincarnation and cultivation, this might just be what you are looking for. The story develops quite slowly for the first ten chapters or so but becomes much better paced afterwards. ------ Release Rate: 7 Chapters/Week

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

In 2018, at the height of the digital age, humanity believed it had mastered the world. Data replaced belief. Protocols claimed to explain everything. Democracies spoke of control. Then, what should never have returned answered. The collapse did not come in silence — it was broadcast, debated, and denied until it could no longer be ignored. Institutions fell, leaders collapsed, and a world fractured by ambition was divided. From the chaos rose the 24 Empires, ruled by beings the world would come to know as the Celestial Sovereigns. There are no nations left. Only territories shaped by divine will, where each empire imposes its law, its faith, and its war. Decades later, humanity endures amid fragile alliances, hidden conflicts, and thrones raised upon ruins — both digital and sacred. Now, as even the gods begin to move beyond their thrones, the true fate of the world is about to be claimed. This story is originally written in Portuguese and is being translated into English. I appreciate your understanding and feedback to keep the story faithful to its original version.

All it takes is one monster for the world to go to ruins. Life as Nadine knows it goes to shit and she has to accustom herself to life underground, that is until an accident forces her out into the real world. Caine has no idea why he saved Nadine. She is everything he hates- rich, spoiled and entitled- and yet, he couldn't just let her die. Living outside is hard enough without having to save someone else and yet, he does it with Nadine. Thrust into a world that she has no idea how to navigate, Nadine is forced to rely on Caine. Her life is literally in his hands. They soon realize that maybe the monsters are the least of their worries.

They say a friend is the family you choose. Mine chose to destroy me. She knew my secrets. My fears. My dreams. I trusted her with everything… including my heart. But trust becomes a weapon in the wrong hands. She didn’t just betray me. She stole my husband. In one night, my perfect life turned into ruins. The man who promised me forever chose her over me. But while they celebrated my downfall, something else was awakening inside me. A whisper in the darkness. A shadow that moves when I don’t. A strange power feeding on my pain. They think I’m broken. They are wrong. From the ruins they left behind, I will rise stronger… colder… dangerous. And this time— I won’t be the one who loses. When betrayal creates a monster… who will survive the revenge? Warning: Slow revenge, psychological growth, dark powers, and a strong female lead. Add to your library if you enjoy revenge stories.

"Who was that man with you?" Dante asked, his eyes narrowing at the girl in front of him. Elaine snorted, "Oh, now you're interested in my life? How convenient." She pushed his hand away. Dante persistently spoke, "Elaine, don't avoid the question. I deserve to know who's in your life." Elaine smiled and sarcastically said. "Who am I to share my life with you, Dante? Someone who actually cares, unlike you." She crossed her arms around her chest, looking at the blue eyes she once liked the most. "And speaking of caring, you have a wife now, remember? She's the one you should be looking after, not me." — Elaine, an illegitimate daughter concealed in the shadows of privilege, finds herself entwined in a forbidden romance with Dante, the charismatic heir of the mighty Kim Enterprises. In the midst of a relationship with Dante, everything crumbled the day news of his impending marriage arrived. Forced to part ways, the heartbreak intensified when Elaine discovered she was carrying Dante's child. However, tragedy struck on the night of his engagement. In an attempt to spare Dante from the burden of responsibility, Elaine falsely claimed to have undergone an abortion before leaving the country, leaving him heartbroken. Now, she returns years later with her child, only to find Dante waiting outside their daughter's school.

There is a girl I love, beyond measure, her name whispered in my every prayer. I sacrificed everything for her, and now I depart, my final act dedicated to her. In a realm beyond this life, if our souls should meet once more I pray earnestly for one thing—may the Divine decree that we never again walk the same path. Then why? “Excuse me? If you're done, can I use the tap?” Why did our path across again? If our fate was predetermined, why had I been granted this second chance? Why!? Why was I transported back to the past!?

Elias Reed was a data analyst, murdered on Earth for a secret he never understood. He wakes up in the body of Alucent Luci, a Scribe-Weaver in a steampunk world where magic is a precise, unforgiving code etched into the fabric of reality. Senele is a world dying from beauty. A surreal Turquoise Moon radiates a strange light that warps the laws of physics, causes economic collapse, and invites parasitic horrors from beyond the veil of existence—creatures that feed on memory and leave blissful, empty shells in their wake. To survive, Alucent must master the Threadweave Hierarchy, a magic system where advancement is a ritual of self-discovery, and failure means madness, corruption, or death. But his greatest weapon isn't a spell; it's the analytical mind of Elias Reed. He sees the patterns others miss, treating the world's encroaching anomalies as glitches in a system he is desperate to debug. Yet, in a world where magic is governed by emotional clarity, his soul is a corrupted file—haunted by the guilt of his new life and the ghosts of the family he lost on Earth. To save this world, he must become a master Scribe. But to do that, he may have to erase the last traces of the man he used to be.

Some people wish for love. Some wish for money, fame, or immortality. He wished for chaos. To be more specific: He wanted to be reborn in a world of monsters, spiritual energy, and cultivation rankings. A place where people flew on swords, hunted beasts, and leveled up by bathing in blood. A place where his delusional power fantasies could finally run free. And the universe, for reasons no one could explain — possibly out of boredom — said, “Sure, why not.” When he opened his eyes, the sky was cracked like glass. Purple lightning arced overhead. In the distance, a Gate hovered in midair, swirling like a cosmic drainpipe, pulsing with a low growl that echoed through the mountains. He blinked. Then smiled. “Oh hell yeah.”

The apocalypse has descended. Zombies run rampant, order collapses, and humanity enters the age of superpowers. Everyone awakens their abilities. Each person seeks mutations. Only I… Walk a different path. Zombies will continue to mutate. False superpowers will grow stronger by the day. As for me… A sword in hand, no need for superpowers. A cultivator’s body, defying the world as I go. Using the apocalypse as the forge to temper my body. Using life and death as the steps to attain the Dao. Superpowers are the path of the masses. Cultivation — is the path that I alone walk.