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?

Long Wei's eyes dimmed when he realized that the person he saw wasn't the one he was expecting. He had expected one of The Elders to have brought Alresia to his doorstep by now, but instead, he found someone else.

His deep black eyes stared intently into the golden eyes of Qian Jian, the once-in-a-millennium talent.

The man had a leisurely expression spread across his face, and even now, Long Wei couldn't find a single trace of arrogance in his features. Someone of his caliber was bound to have at least a smidgen of it, but not Qian Jian.

"Are you not going to let me in, Brother Wei?"

Long Wei snapped out of his thoughts. "My mind was wandering a bit. Sorry for that, Brother Jian. Please come in."

He opened the door wide and ushered Qian Jian into his humble abode, though 'humble' wasn't the best description for a room furnished with pure gold pieces of the highest Immortal Grade.

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