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Hollow Skyrim

Dao of Love, Lust & Life

Shi Jian's cultivation journey started with the pursuit of the Dao of Love alongside his partner. However, their shared pursuit of the Dao of Love is tragically cut short when she is murdered, shattering Shi Jian's world. Consumed by rage and a desire for revenge, , he plunges into the Dao of Lust, using dual cultivation to amass power. With his newfound abilities, he slaughtered those responsible for his lover's death. However, the aftermath of his massacre left him with a hollow feeling, realizing that this path wasn't what his loved one would have wanted for him. He shifts his focus to the Dao of Life, driven by the desperate hope of resurrection. Years of relentless cultivation bring him to the cusp of godhood, a Quasi-God realm cultivator, yet he remains haunted by his past and the lurking shadows of his enemies. A secret realm, promising the key to achieving the God realm and completing his Dao of Life, lures him in. It's a trap, a carefully orchestrated demise by envious immortals and remnants of his past foes. Despite his immense power, he falls and lost his life. However, in a surprising twist, he found himself returned to his younger self, before embarking on his cultivation journey. Armed with profound knowledge of the future and mastery over the Dao of Love, Lust, and Life, Shi Jian is now poised to relive his journey, armed with the wisdom to alter the course of his destiny. Genre: 18+ Author's Note: Warning: This novel contains explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. If you are a minor, please refrain from reading until you are of legal age. The story will be updated daily, so be prepared to join me on a captivating journey of Love, Lust, and Life.
Ashnova · 1.3K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 435.6K Views
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