Sky Fall Legend

MC was a meta-human (human with powers) and an assassin, who died, got reincarnated to a world full of warriors and mages. MC's only goal is to resurrect his crush from Earth, LuLu, who helped him on Earth. On this new planet, powerful ones are called Saints (warrior) and Sages (mage). You have dark elves, elves, dragons, magic beasts, God beasts, cultivation (so many realms omg)...etc. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Nice world building. MC is now living as Joseph Trillick, or Joyde, little brown skinned boy on the planet Pangaea (Pan-Guy-Uh). MC is so talented, he has a vajra dragon soul, golden-scarlet artifacts, 40 opened energy doors (max is 36 doors for humans, and think of these doors like meridianchannels)............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. He has two OP wolves from an ancient lineage, who are soul bound to serve, as well as a baby God beast Sphinx that can create energy crystals for him. Pretty common luck with other novels, so no big deal there, even if he is 5 years old...................................He is the third young master of the House of Trillick. His dad is Osiris Trillick, mother is Isis Trillick, both powerful beings on an average strength sized planet.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................But there are 3 other wives with children, leading to many schemes in the dark..... I'm pissed right now because we went from a surprise clan attack, MC doing everything to get to his mom just to save her life, to his dad basically getting a huge hole blown through his chest at the last moment to save his son, and his mom/elder sister soon to be dead/ rap3d since mom was poisoned and both ladies are currently in the enemies' hands............,,,,,,,,,,,........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................SO, ALL OF THIS IS GOING DOWN and out of nowhere, the author decides to just have the MC teleport to avoid death at the last second, and he teleports to a WHOLE NEW PLANET. LIKE WTF AUTHOR? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? And where the hell are the old ancestors that should have been protecting the house? Did they just conveniently disappear during this attack?....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................You can't just start a new arc, when there is so much to finish still. Even if he comes back in a dozen or so chapters for revenge, it just ruins the entire flow of your novel. We have to wait to see if mom/sister are alive, how the MC will deal with his dad's death, why the mom seemed to not even care when her husband died (a lot of plotting goes on here) how the clan retaliates, who the traitors are, what other organizations are there lurking, any other planet enemies secretly involved...etc. And it all just went down the drain when he disappeared to a new planet to do random stuff................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ If you're going to create these plots, then randomly have the MC do other shxt, it ruins the flow of the novel. I really am upset about that super important battle being skipped over like nothing. It's just small things like these that drain the fun.

I like how this story constantly makes me want to know more about world and the plot as things get revealed, it’s not an overload of information and there are a couple of unexpected twists. The main plot takes a bit long to get started, and I’m not even sure that it had, but I honestly I’ve enjoyed everything so far and keep coming back for more. I can’t wait to see how Jodye becomes a complete badass Pharaoh Titan

This is one of the best original novels but mc's father is always netorared and gangbanged this is uncomfortable for me i began to question mc's future i hate netorare the most

overall great read. a pretty high level stuff in original novels. but too dark definitely not for me. i mean seriously everything is going haywire for girls. that's not what u call a truly cultivation world and i love ur time skip and its just eros in less severe form and proper story but nah not my cup of tea

How do you die in mediocrity and as a secrecy agent A liberal muslim homosexual ACLU lawyer professor and abortion doctor was teaching a class on Karl Marx, a known atheist. "Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Marx and accept that he was the most highly-evolved being the world has ever known, even greater than Jesus Christ!” At this moment, a brave, patriotic, pro-life Navy SEAL champion who had served 1500 tours of duty and understood the necessity of war and fully supported all military decision made by the United States stood up and held up a rock. ”How old is this rock, pinhead?” The arrogant professor smirked quite Jewishly and smugly replied “4.6 billion years, you stupid Christian” ”Wrong. It’s been 5,000 years since God created it. If it was 4.6 billion years old and evolution, as you say, is real… then it should be an animal now” The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of Origin of the Species. 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