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Si Jian Wushuang ay muling isinilang sa gitna ng kahirapan. Upang makaganti, sinimulan niyang sanayin ang Kasanayan ng Makalangit na Paglikha. Sa tulong ng kahima-himala at mapanghamong pamamaraan ng pagsasanay, unti-unting naging isang walang kapantay na henyo si Jian Wushuang mula sa pagiging isang karaniwang praktisyoner. May hawak na espada, walang makatutumbas sa kaniya. Gamit ang kanyang pambihirang Sword Principle, pinatay niya ang lahat ng kanyang mga kalaban at sa huli ay naging pinakadakilang Guro ng Espada mula pa noong unang panahon.

They say long ago, Bathala and the other gods walked the archipelago. Not in temples. Not in dreams. But on the soil, barefoot, bloodstained, breathing. They ruled not with mercy, but with memory. Each river bore their voice. Each mountain, their wrath. Offerings were made. Oaths were broken. Kingdoms rose and rotted in their name. Then came the silence. A silence too heavy, too sudden. Like a scream swallowed by the sea. The old names were buried. The sigils burned. And the gods... forgotten. But the islands remember. Beneath the fields, something still breathes. In the farthest provinces where the stars shine brightest, the old blood still stirs. Children vanish on moonless nights. Creatures crawl from the mangroves with bone in their teeth. And in the silence between lightning and thunder, some swear they hear voices. Ancient, mournful, waiting to be worshipped again. And on nights when the stars vanish, the old blood rises again. Maybe the gods never left. Gone, they are not, but only hidden behind the faces of men. Written by: Cadlaon Copyrights2025

Ang babaeng nag hintay nang nag hintay sa kanyang minamahal pero hindi na ito bumalik at hangang ngayon ay iyak paren sya ng iyak bakit kaya umuulan ? kase umiiyak nanaman ang isang diwata na hindi makalimutan ang kanyang mahal at iniwan sya ano? ang gulo mo naman ay para nga mas maintindihan mo basahin mo nalang ang alam tungkol sa ulan maiiyak ka sobrang ganda ang paborito kong linya yung PAG DI KA BUMALIK IIYAK AKO AT SIGURADONG MABABASA KA NG LUHA KO totoo ba maganda ? oo kaya basahin mona o sige babasahin kona yan

Banyak hal yang bisa kita lakukan untuk ketika bosan. Tapi, apa jadinya bila yang bosan itu sang DEWA. Beruntungnya lagi, Bumi terpilih sebagai sarana penghilang bosan. Dengan satu titah dari dewa. Bumi berubah 360 derajat. "MARI UJI NYALI, WAHAI MANUSIA" Sebuah firman yang bergema diseluruh penjuru bumi. Melahirkan ribuan tower disetiap sudut bumi. Yang ditempati oleh gabungan rasa takut manusia. Mereka menyebutnya DUNGEON. Ini kisah perjalananku, LEO si DUKUN S-1.

Ketika Cikung hendak memetik kelapa yang ketiga, terdengarlah suara gemerusuk keras disertai daun bambu yang berterbangan dari arah seberang empang. Sesosok perempuan putih pucat berambut panjang dan berkain kafan, terbang melesat keluar dari atas dahan rerimbunan pohon bambu di atas areal komplek alkah perkuburan warga. “ Aaaaaaah, lariiiiiii.” Jerit si Jul dan Romli yang berada dibawah pohon kelapa itu dengan penuh histeris. Dengan wajah yang pucat disertai jantung yang mau copot, mereka berdua langsung berlari ketakutan tanpa memikirkan kembali nasib kawan mereka Cikung yang masih berada di atas pohon kelapa itu.

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!