Necropolis Immortal - Chapter 2229.2: Tenth Rank Cultivation Empire

Born to clan Demios, as the clan head fourth child. he was destined for greatness, but that all changed when he crossed Five.he was discovered to be Aetherless a never before seen condition. he was cast to the pit at the age of five, the last time he had seen the sun.And now he was caught in a conspiracy,who will help him, certainly not the clan who hates him, or the public who has no idea who he is.he died.But his story didn't end there, a scornful soul from earth decended into the body, and rewrote the Extra fate. He first started by changing his status from—Father regretted, siblings neglected, society rejected._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _Zephyr finds himself in a world ruled by Aether—an enigmatic energy tied to bloodlines and power. His clan, the Demios, wields black flames but cast him aside as “Aetherless trash” after a failed assassination plot against the third Princess Seralyn. Framed, tortured, and executed, a new Zephyr from another world now awakens, now aware of his betrayal.Haunted by memories of betrayal and driven by newfound resolve, Zephyr vows to rise above his former weakness, master his abilities, and confront those who wronged him—not just for survival, but for vengeance. In this new ruthless world, strength is law, and Zephyr is done being its victim.check out my new novel Chilace of Light

Diagnosed with cancer, she decided to give up the baby in her womb.She had originally planned to have an abortion, get divorced, and then face the arrival of death calmly, hallowing he and his new love to be together.However, he didn't let her go easily. He lingered with her day and night as she grew weaker and weaker, just to leave a child for his infertile new lover.Lying on the hospital bed on the verge of death, she begged, “Take my life and just let me go.”The cold and aloof man knelt in front of her tombstone, holding her favorite gardenias, staying day and night, murmuring with red eyes, “Sweetie, come back. Please don't kidding me...”

“The sky was as clear as a wash, the sun radiated over the mountains and forests, and the entire world appeared tranquil, carrying a unique sense of stillness.Watching a person wearing a sexy tiger-print miniskirt, holding a stick, leading a group of more than ten people shouting as they chased after the leader of a fur-covered rhinoceros, Han Cheng couldn’t help but bring his slightly curled right hand to his slightly open mouth and once again exclaimed, ‘Oh my goodness!’(No system, no space, no cheating through crossing over, purely original primitive farming, without elements like cultivating immortality, for readers who enjoy a relaxed farming story, please read at ease.)”

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience’s praise.“I’m Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I’ve even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world’s premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that’s all an overstatement…”Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw.“Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself.”