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Beyond life and death. Beyond heaven and earth. Beyond suffering itself — lies the only truth worth seeking.” On the day the heavens bled, Li Qiong stood alone against the world. Surrounded by thousands of immortals — righteous sects, divine patriarchs, sword saints — he stood atop Blackpine Sky Ridge, bloodied yet unbowed. His cultivation was in shambles. His body was broken. His soul burned away like a candle. And yet… he laughed. For he had already seen through it all. Li Qiong was no villain, no hero, no martyr. He was a seeker. A sage. A man who had walked farther than any other on the endless path — and glimpsed a truth so vast, so profound, that even the heavens themselves feared it. While others cultivated for power, for status, for petty notions of righteousness or vengeance… Li Qiong pursued one thing, and one thing only: True immortality. The door beyond. The answer to life, to death, to suffering itself. For centuries he endured in silence. Patient. Persistent. He bled, and knelt, and climbed — each step closer to the ultimate truth. Until the day came when even heaven itself tried to stop him. And he smiled, because he understood: To sever heaven is not to rebel. It is to to be free. But his story did not end with his fall. When the heavens burned and his body turned to ash, his eyes opened once more — in the body of his younger self, before it all began. Armed with the wisdom of countless lifetimes and the unyielding Will of a sage, he takes the path again — this time not merely to climb beyond heaven… but to tear open the final door, and step through. Even the heavens cannot shackle one who has already broken free.

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Cédric and Leïla were never meant to meet. He moves forward in silence, a prisoner of a past he’s trying to forget. She lives day by day, refusing to think about the future forced upon her. In a school where everything is measured by image, power, and appearances, their paths cross. Two lonely souls. Two ways of surviving. And a bond that forms against their will. When the past catches up with the present, some destinies refuse to stay apart.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"