Devil's Son-in-Law - Chapter 1096: Goddess

Chen Yuan from Ping'an County Government had traveled through time, his mind harboring a Qi Fortune Altar.As long as he sacrificed Qi Fortune, he could obtain guidance from heaven, Divine Skills, Cultivation Techniques, evil arts, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures...This world was populated by immortals, Buddhists, demons, as well as lofty temples and the distant Jianghu.There were three thousand Sword Immortals controlling swords across the sky, Buddhist Arhats who could lift the heavens with a single finger, and there was the Jianghu...It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.My name is Chen Yuan, from the Abyss!——————An author of decisive and swift action.

When a cold and crafty girl travels into the body of a foolish, man-crazy, young female aristocrat, what will happen?

Xia Tian traversed from Earth to the grand world of Jiuzhou, an expansive realm of immortal cultivation.There, he became a prince of the final imperial dynasty in this world of martial immortals.As the dynasty teetered on the brink of collapse, and his life hung by a thread, fate granted him another crossing.This time, he traversed into the Supreme Primordial Realm, an unparalleled world of ultimate power.What’s more, he became one of the ten crown princes of the Celestial Demon Court.Later, Xia Tian obtained a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi—a primordial essence of the highest order. He presented it to Di Jun, the emperor of the demons and his own father.From that moment, the history of the Primordial Realm took an entirely new course…

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.