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Golden Age of Cultivation

A Call to the Golden Age of Cultivation To my dearest readers, fellow dreamers and seekers of the grandest tales – have you ever yearned for the sagas of old? The kind that didn't rush through 200 chapters, but stretched across **two, even three thousand, with every detail meticulously woven?** I speak of the **pioneering era of Xianxia and Wuxia, the true Grand Cultivation and Cosmic Xianxia narratives** that still echo in our hearts. We live in an age where new novels emerge at lightning speed, driven by quick updates and rapid-fire releases. But amidst this surge, let us not forget the legends penned by authors whose very names evoke reverence, even if their origins are lost to time. These pioneers left us with an invaluable lesson: **true depth and epic scale aren't about speed, but about profound immersion.** They showed us worlds of lower, middle, and upper realms; universes existing within a single body and countless others beyond it. They crafted **ancient immortals and terrifying, primordial chaos** – not the watered-down, cliché versions, but a dread-inducing, boundless void. They took us to **Golden Eras of maximum power, where every sect soared, every technique resonated with peak potential, and the adventure was truly infinite.** No tedious trudges through "mortal world, immortal world, spirit world, fairy world, zzz" – just pure, unadulterated cosmic might from the get-go. I may not be a seasoned god of this genre, but I am a fervent disciple. Inspired by these titans, these very deities of storytelling, I aim to emulate their magnificent vision. My upcoming chapters will embrace their concept of a **Golden Era, a peak-level world brimming with maximum power from the outset.** We'll delve into iconic tropes like **universes beyond the body, the tiered cosmos, and a chaos that truly inspires awe**, not just a basic understanding. Join me as I attempt to craft something truly exciting and immersive within this beloved genre. For it is only those pioneers, those gods, who inspire me to seek such grand narratives. Let us together rediscover the lost art of the truly epic! I clarify that I also like the current immortal cultivation stories. They are popular and easy to shape, especially if you want a story without plagiarism. I recommend focusing on the genre, taking inspiration and making your own ideas of what the MC is like and how they act in the face of monotony and boredom. Persevere. Withdraw or continue?
ruben_boneth · 1.3K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 5.1K Views
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