Rebirth: The Fake Young Lady Is A Real Young Lady - Chapter 951 - : Gu Chen Showed Up

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years.The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court.Upon waking,Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night,saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha,and,the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze.......He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage.The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start.Golden finger?Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life!“If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night.”“........”

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination…

This is a virtual world composed of various films and televisions. Everyone in the world is working hard to conquer each copy, hoping to obtain copy rewards and become stronger.

Chen Ye, who came through, was pleasantly surprised to find that the copies that were difficult for everyone to pass were all the various film and television works he had seen in his previous life! !

Therefore, Chen Ye, who is familiar with the plots of these films and TV dramas, became super god…

“Great Tang”: Reincarnations have turned to Li Chengqian, Li Ke, and Li Tai one after another. Chen Ye chose to teach Li Zhi and eventually became an emperor!

“Wu Xia”: Everyone is thinking of ways to join the school to learn kung fu, only Chen Ye knows where the secrets are.

“Marvel”: When most of the Samsaras were slammed by the Avengers, Chen Ye had already collected six infinite stones!

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.