Poison God's Heritage
"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Standoff
The Cryptic Sun didn't yield, nor did anyone ever trust him to do so. His reputation was not one of honor or straightforward battles. It was always shadowed in deceit, plotting, and twisted motives, and today was no different. As we stood in the suffocating atmosphere of the Dark Garden, every breath felt weighted, as if even the air was trying to warn us of the dangers ahead.
The moment the three pseudo-Heaven Stage slaves had been eliminated, I knew something was wrong. A sinking, nauseating feeling crept up my spine, and an ominous ringing filled my ears. It wasn't just fear—it was a sensation that made my very soul quiver, as though the world itself was groaning under the strain of something horrible, something monstrous, that was brewing deep within.