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?

"We had hoped you would see reason," the man said, his voice deep and resonant. "But it seems you are determined to resist. Very well, we shall oblige your request."

Without uttering another word, the man and the woman unleashed their full power, their auras merging and creating a palpable force that shook the surrounding area. Long Wei braced himself, preparing to face the formidable opponents before him.

Golden claws still adorned his hands, and he utilized every advantage they offered him. In an instant, his figure blurred, reaching the man and the woman before they could even blink. He struck first, disrupting the tempo of the battle, unwilling to give them a chance to unleash their true power.

Eve of Orchards