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"She was a demon to begin with, how could she possibly be corrupted by encountering me, a human? Critics always talk about ludicrous things." In 1798, during an interview with the press, Cardinal Bishop Lanci was asked about his past with the exiled last princess of the Demon Race, as well as recent signs of the resurrection of the demons. He stated: "I have made too many efforts to defend world peace, I am quite sure, there is absolutely no possibility for the Demon Race to revive under her leadership." ...... In the winter of 1802, the revival of the Demon Race succeeded. [Based on the above information, please indicate who is the main culprit leading to the revival of the Demon Race, and explain why it is Lanci. (10 points)] —— excerpt from "Classic Examination Questions in Empire History."

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable— The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire Qilin The Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder Roc The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox … Years later. Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

Beneath the vast and infinite starry skies of the universe, countless tribes engage in endless strife, and the flames of war remain unquenched. Rising from insignificance, he possessed no exceptional talents, except for the ability to draw upon the fruits of cultivation from the future. Yet, in a single night, he understood the Dao, and took a step that shattered the shackles of life. With but a thought, he grasped the universal powers, casually breaking down the barriers between spirit and reality. To him, even the most profound and enigmatic of secret tomes were as simple and dull as children's books. Still, he had to go back and fill in the gaps of his cultivation... Some appeared to be glorious, unparalleled geniuses. In reality, they practiced like mad in the shadows to repay their debts...

Crossing into another world, Shen Yuan unexpectedly picks up a mysterious Turtle Shell in the river, activating the [Daily Hexagram] system bound to his family. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You pass by the Black Water Pool and unexpectedly encounter a Centennial Blood Toad shedding its skin. The shed skin has extremely high medicinal value and can be sold for two hundred Patterned Silver taels. [Today's Hexagram · Great Ominous]: A Barbarian Race scout team sneaks into Hidden Dragon Mountain. If you go into the mountain to chop wood, you will encounter bloodshed. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You take your son to hunt in Hidden Dragon Mountain and will have a good opportunity. [Today's Hexagram · Great Auspicious]: You spend a fortune to purchase a piece of land from the County Government, which hides a Lower Grade Spirit Stone Ore Vein.

Synopsis: "so, there is really life after death huh?" "HAHAHHAAAAA" - - - "MC" is killed by his own gang members, he thought that he is dead for good but NO... His soul is sent inside the youngest child of the emperor, in another world Now, what to do? One more time he is young but his greed for power is still the same as ever Let's see what he will do in this new world, will he live a decent life or just go straight towards the throne and one more time become the apex predator of the food chain Or, will he be chained down by his own relatives for political gains? - - - Note- Mc goes into an old china settings world, he didn't really time traveled back to old china but sent into another world but that world has the same old china type look.

Zhao Yu transmigrated to the body of a down-and-out loose cultivator in the Canglong Mountain range of the Cultivation World, and discovered that he had awakened the ability to devour the Dao fruits, which allowed him to enhance his cultivation talent by consuming heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as elixirs. Ultimately, through the power of devouring the path's fruit and his own efforts, he became a colossus in the world of immortals.

--Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed-- -To not get confused by the end chapters, read Fallen Chronicles first- ---0--- Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes? Well... this is what our MC will discover very soon. ---0--- All names, places, deities, and mythological references in this work are entirely fictional. They are not intended to represent or reference any real-world religion, culture, spiritual belief, or existing mythos. Any resemblance to actual events, names, people (living or deceased), or religious figures—past or present—is purely coincidental. This is a work of imagination, and all elements within it exist solely for the purpose of fictional storytelling.

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

Tout le monde a entendu cette histoire clichée. Une race pacifique au bord de l'anéantissement. Une prière désespérée. Un héros invoqué d'un autre monde pour les sauver de l'extinction après une guerre longue et brutale. C'était exactement ce à quoi le continent des demi-humains s'attendait. Elfes, vampires, peuple bestial, lamia, centaures, fées – chaque race née de la mana – tombait, acculée par l'empire humain en progression. Leur magie avait disparu. La révolution humaine était inarrêtable. L'extinction se profilait. Alors, comme le dictaient les légendes, ils ont effectué l'ancienne invocation, pensant qu'un héros apparaîtrait. Il les mènerait à la victoire après des années de difficultés, d'innombrables batailles et de sacrifices dramatiques. Une longue et épique lutte. Ou du moins, c'est ce qu'ils pensaient. Au lieu de cela, le héros qu'ils ont invoqué – Luca – a regardé autour de lui, a fait craquer ses jointures et a mis fin à toute la guerre en deux jours. Deux jours. Pas de grande campagne. Pas de dernier combat. Pas de saga glorieuse et prolongée. Les armées humaines se sont repliées d'elles-mêmes, terrifiées par le monstre que les demi-humains avaient invoqué. Et les demi-humains ne pouvaient que regarder fixement. Leur sauveur. Leur conquérant. Leur mal de tête. Parce qu'une fois la paix revenue... Luca a commencé à faire ce qu'il voulait. Il a formé les elfes à tirer avec des AK-47 avec une précision mécanique et a forcé ces végétariens à manger de la viande grillée. Il a fabriqué des fauteuils roulants pour les sirènes afin qu'elles puissent rouler sur la terre comme d'arrogantes impératrices aquatiques. Il a donné de la dynamite aux nains 'pour mieux exploiter les mines' et a immédiatement réalisé qu'il avait créé un danger mondial. Il utilisait les salamandres comme barbecues vivants, insistant sur le fait que c'était 'une utilisation écologique efficace de la chaleur'. Et si ce n'était pas déjà assez désastreux, il y avait plus. La déesse qui avait envoyé Luca lui avait confié une seconde mission : Agir comme l'étalon ultime du continent et repeupler chaque race de demi-humains. Quand il a annoncé cela avec désinvolture, tout le continent est resté silencieux. Les elfes se sont figés, les vampires ont paniqué, les sirènes ont essayé de s'éloigner en roulant, et les filles de slime ont fondu de choc. À ce moment-là, chaque tribu a réalisé une chose — Ils regrettaient absolument d'avoir invoqué ce Héros.

Sous les vastes et infinis cieux étoilés de l'univers, d'innombrables tribus s'engagent dans des conflits sans fin, et les flammes de la guerre ne s'éteignent jamais. Issu de l'insignifiance, il ne possédait aucun talent exceptionnel, si ce n'est la capacité de puiser dans les fruits de la cultivation du futur. Pourtant, en une seule nuit, il comprit le Dao et fit un pas qui brisa les chaînes de la vie. D'une simple pensée, il saisit les pouvoirs universels, brisant nonchalamment les barrières entre l'esprit et la réalité. Pour lui, même les tomes secrets les plus profonds et énigmatiques étaient aussi simples et ennuyeux que des livres pour enfants. Néanmoins, il devait retourner en arrière et combler les lacunes de sa cultivation... Certains paraissaient être de glorieux génies sans égal. En réalité, ils s'entraînaient comme des fous dans l'ombre pour rembourser leurs dettes...