MTL - Arbor Siluo Depend on Each Other - Chapter 870

A hundred years ago, the blue star world fell into an endless abyss, and the era of abyss lords for all began.

Become the lord of the abyss, expand the territory, and resist the invasion of the abyss. The lord is hope, and the lord is destiny!

A hundred years later, a boy who has obtained a soul-entry talent, a treasure chest, a resource crystal, and a summoning scroll, will be perfect after ten consecutive draws? Hundred consecutive draws will produce legends?

What are you waiting for?

Wu Feng, who became the will of the abyss, was interviewed: “I really just didn’t want to lose my status as a lord, so you believe me!”

When you gaze into the abyss, I am the abyss!

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- Description from novelbuddy

The light-hearted love story of a (vampire) zombie and an idiot.

[Raising Babies + Sweet Romance]Su Xingwan wakes up inside an old-school CEO novel—as the “evil aunt” who starves and beats the three genius children left in her care.In the original plot, the kids’ uncle arrives, sees the abuse, and locks her away to die in a psychiatric ward.But Su just got here—and she’s read the whole book.Looking at the three bony, wide-eyed toddlers, she decides:“Plot twist—I’m fixing this.”• Eldest (Da Bao): a prodigy sold to a celebrity couple, future business titan.• Middle (Er Bao): bound to a villain system that keeps whispering, “Find Uncle—destroy the aunt!”• Youngest (Little Bao): mind-reader, destined to be the story’s adored koi heroine.Su sets out to undo every scar the original owner left.Little Bao blinks: “Why is Bad Aunt suddenly… nice?”Er Bao narrows his eyes: “Trap detected.”Da Bao clutches his siblings: “She’s brainwashing you!”When the formidable Uncle Lu Yun finally arrives, he expects a rescue mission. Instead, he finds three giggling kids curled in Su’s arms—and decides the children aren’t the only ones he wants to take home.

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.