Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation - Chapter 383 - 274: Tong Tian’s Daoist School

A dramatic, eventful love story between the Crown Prince and the Supreme General of the Heavenly Empire!This is an Omegaverse story (A/B/O) with a lot of knives at the beginning. Stay away unless you are used to reading danmeis like 2ha, MDZS, etc..Following the Heavenly Emperor's death, Crown Prince Xie Jianyu's Fuxi Palace was attacked by a combined force of Longjing Palace and Wuyang Palace. The confrontation between Supreme General Zhang Fengxi resulted in Xie Jianyu's death, after which Zhang Fengxi found out that he did not know Xie Jianyu at all.First, Xie Jianyu was an omega and not an alpha.Second, Zhang Fengxi slept with Xie Jianyu before.Third, Xie Jianyu gave birth to Zhang Fengxi's son.When given the chance to return to the past, will Zhang Fengxi be able to undo his mistakes? Will Xie Jianyu be able to escape his tragic end?Let this author take you on a fascinating journey (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Lynch crosses over to the Wizard World and becomes a Wizard Apprentice specializing in Biological Transformation, armed with a Skill Level system.Thus...He equips a lizard with bat wings, transforming it into a ferocious yet adorable Dragon Attribute creature.He transplants gastric mucosa to the Cannibal Flower to enhance its digestive system.He equips the Poisonous Mushroom with a mouthpiece, transforming it into a Little Spraying Mushroom.Transplanting eyeballs, modifying organs, adding limbs...From a little wizard, he hustles his way to becoming the master of the world, starting from the transformation of low-level Magic Plants until he creates an Angel.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?