Stone Mage: Revenge of the Villain System - Chapter 237 Impermanence

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter.“You’re telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?” Harry asked. “Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won’t even say his name?”“It’s Vol—,” Hagrid began cautiously. “Well, we call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people.”Harry nodded nonchalantly.“And what happened the next day?”Hagrid: “Uh?”--

Introduce: Xu Qing is the ordinary teenager of impulse of a directness this, extraordinary chance lets him have the eye of a pair of magical clairvoyance, the life that gives birth to him from now on is inconceivable change, fortune is at one's fingertips, gambling altar king appears in the sky, romantic encounter comes one after another…

Protagonist: Xu Qing, male. By chance, he got the inheritance of clairvoyance divine eye. On his way to life, he used clairvoyance divine eye to get more opportunities. He learned that superpowers are not tools for personal gain, but weapons for responsibility.

The female lead: Qin Bing, female, is the sister-in-law of the male lead, but in the parallel world she is high and mighty, the queen who makes people fear in their hearts.

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He returned with a vigorous presence, equipped with a Heaven-reaching Innate Ability. He could heal, tell fortunes, refine medicines, set formations, and refine talismans… “There’s nothing in this world that I can’t do!” — Shen Feng.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.