Unholy_Dragon_God

"My Fate, My Hands, The Heavenly Dao will not squeeze me down a pathetic path to my doom."

Long Wei, the young master and crown prince of the Imperial Haven Empire, faces a challenging path to greatness. Despite being blessed with incredible talents like the Void Dragon-Phoenix God bloodline, Eternal Void Meridians, Transcendent Dao Physique, and Heaven Shrouding Eyes, he finds himself at odds with the Heavenly Dao. It feels as though fate is mocking him.

As Long Wei strives to reach the top, he encounters adversaries who rise from obscurity, armed with unimaginable artifacts and abilities that rival his own. Enemies, hailing from the future aim to thwart his plans and bring about his downfall. System Wielders seek to exploit his talents for their own gains, while Transmigrators are determined to put an end to him. Additionally, he must confront his own set of enemies and ancient monsters who covet his talents to advance their own cultivation.

To achieve godhood, Long Wei must delve deep within himself and face perilous battles, intricate schemes, and mysterious secrets that trace back to the ancient Chaos Era—the very beginning of the Myriad Realms. His success depends solely on his own determination, as the Heavens have turned their back on him.

Will Long Wei overcome the dangers that lie ahead, or will he succumb to the doom that awaits him?.

I'm a Young Master, so what?

<p>Twenty Saint Realm experts hung around a single Heavenly Door expert. A situation so odd it only occurred to people like him, hailing from prestige clans. And those like Long Wei, had Gods flocking to gain their attention in hopes of pleasing and forming ties with someone destined to surpass them in the future. Maybe it wasn't as odd as he thought? It still was, each of those Saint Realm Experts belonged to a Transcendent Faction or Clan. In shirt a bunch of over spoiled pricks that didn't know how to behave with this eof a lower class. He'd know. </p>

<p>Twenty chilling gazes sent fear crawling down his throat. He wasn't confident in handling twenty Saints. But this was likely the only chance he'd get. Steeling his nerves, he slammed his fists together. </p>

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