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The Dawn of the New World

The world ended in 2012. Hao Xuan was transported to a new realm along with the rest of humanity. The novel follows his adventures through this vast new plane, fighting men and beasts alike, making friends, finding love, and etching out his own existence in the boundless universe all the while trying to unravel an insidious plot that he has unwittingly become a part of. Romance, humor, friendship, betrayal, loss, schemes, light, and darkness. All the creatures from your dreams, stories, and movies are real in this absurdly wonderous world. TLDR: A Xuanhuan Eastern High fantasy novel centered around a displaced teen from earth in a world of cultivators, mythical monsters, Archaic Demons, and Old Gods. Tags: Magic, Adventure, Cultivation, Martial Arts, XianXia, Romance, Futuristic, Story Buildup, Demons and Gods, Gore and Violence, Military, Kingdom Building, mystery, exploration, sci-fi, Mech, World Jumping, Fate/Destiny. Official Discord (contains all new reference images): discord. gg / AHdSBFQ If you want to directly support me (preffered over all other channels): ko- fi. com/ shinigami8671

Shinigami8671 · Fantasi Timur
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1589 Chs

In the Dark

With a gust of wind Eres was gone before Princess Ceni even had the chance to respond.

Princess Ceni was left awkwardly standing there with a complete stranger who seemed to be in a world of her own.

Ceni pretended to glance around at the surroundings for a short while but soon realized that no one else was going to come break the ice between them and she would have to step up sooner or later, so she did.

"Hello, my name is Ceni, it's nice to meet you, Sister Cao," she said while lowering her head as a sign of respect.

Cao Jie was a lady in her early twenties. Even sitting down she was very tall. Like all the other women around her, she was exceptionally beautiful. She had shoulder-length hair that covered most of her forehead stopping just above a pair of amber eyes.

She wore a tight, low-cut red dress with a black skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination. She was gently rolling a wineglass in her right hand.