MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 1 end

The Huaxia Continent is a land of great abundance, inhabited primarily by the Han people. Three hundred years ago, the continent was unified under a single dynasty. However, due to later oppressive taxation and exploitation, that dynasty eventually collapsed, plunging the land into an era of warlords and divided power.In this chaotic environment, the status of martial arts experts rose to unprecedented heights. The major sects and noble families that trained these martial artists became powerful local forces, each dominating their own region. The product of the alliance of these powerful factions the Martial Alliance became the largest organization in the martial world. In the eyes of the people, the leader of the Martial Alliance held even greater prestige than the rulers of the divided territories.Wuxia, Adult, Harem, Mature, Dark, Drama, Incest, NTR, Netorare, NTL, Netori, Romance, Threesome, Orgy, R18, Smut, Action, Adventure

The hierarchy of Tao Cultivation is strict, and the life of a Loose Cultivator is difficult.At the age of ten, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness conjured a Taoist Stele.It could forge Divine Sense, learn Formation.Mo Hua would use the Taoist Stele to craft the Supreme Divine Sense, to comprehend the various heavenly Formations, and to strive for the Longevity Road.He would change not only his own destiny but also the destiny of all bottom-tier cultivators under the heavens.(Traditional Xianxia, no system, Formation genre, growth genre)

Ji Yan discovered his wife, who hated him so much that she wished he was dead, had lost her memory after a car crash. She had changed so much it was like she was a totally different person…

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.