Rise of Zaa a High priest of Death (Put on hold for a while)

Aeron Vale possesses a mysterious artifact known as the Gate of Myriad Worlds, allowing him to transcend dimensions and journey across the boundless Star Sea. In this universe, the most powerful beings can shatter stars and tear rivers of space apart with a mere gesture, traveling across tens of millions of light years in the blink of an eye. Having fallen to the bottom of the power hierarchy, Aeron is left with only two things: the Gate of Myriad Worlds and his bound talent—Heaven-Defying Comprehension. With these, he quietly traverses countless worlds, growing stronger with each step. [Your comprehension is extraordinary—while cultivating the Yi Jin Jing, you’ve grasped the secret art: 'Blood-Transforming Body Refinement.'] [Your comprehension is divine—you’ve felt lightning in your palm and created the technique: 'Thunder Genesis Method.'] [Your comprehension defies the heavens—by witnessing the birth and death of worlds, you've realized: 'World-in-the-Palm Grand Law.'] [Your comprehension breaks all limits—through the study of incarnation, you've mastered: 'Self-Liberating Transformation Technique.'] ... World after world, lifetime after lifetime, Aeron continues to evolve, his power rising endlessly—until he stands unrivaled across all realms. ---

For five years, Lin Wei thought his relationship was unbreakable—until his girlfriend unexpectedly asked for a breakup. Devastated, Lin Wei sped through the city streets that night, only to crash in a sudden accident. But fate had other plans. He found himself bonded with an advanced system from a distant universe, millions of light-years away. From that moment, reality itself began to shift—and a storm of chaos and power was unleashed upon the world.

Warning : 18+ reader only. ( This story contains explicit sexual content, taboo relationships, and sensual themes. If you’re the type who gets offended by forbidden love or you feel this story violates your personal boundaries, do not proceed. By continuing, you acknowledge that you are of legal age and consenting to engage with adult content at your own discretion. ) Nakagawa Haruki thought marriage would bring him happiness. He had been in love with Satomi since high school, and after years of struggling together, they finally built a stable life. But stability came with a price. Satomi was always busy. Work became her priority, and Haruki… was left behind. The warmth of their relationship faded, and intimacy became a distant memory. Nights felt colder, the bed emptier—even when she was right beside him. Loneliness gnawed at him. Then everything changed when Satomi’s family invited him to stay at their luxurious home. That was the first time he truly saw her mother. Kyouko. Beautiful. Elegant. Younger-looking than her own daughter. And for the first time in years, Haruki felt something awaken inside him—something dangerous, something forbidden. Living under the same roof, two lonely souls cross paths. And as Haruki struggles with his emotions, one question lingers in his mind: What happens when the one who understands you most… is the one you should never desire?

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch. On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers. Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er. Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character. Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison. It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her. She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.