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?

The Vice Sect Master sighed, a little annoyed that he had to stand up to commence the little private ceremony the Sect Master proposed.

"Good morning, Long Wei," the Vice Sect Master jolted his voice, hoping to stray away from his usual droning tone.

The Vice Sect Master was a full-blooded human, one of the most powerful to date, and one of the few who held nigh-untouchable status within the Imperial Expanse.

At first glance, his appearance seemed no different from a middle-aged man slowly peaking past his prime. Greying black hair, a set of subtle wrinkles etched at the corners of his eyes, light brown skin that slowly faded into a much darker color, and an odd slump of his shoulders completed the illusion.

But a single glance at his piercing golden eyes tore away that illusion. Within them, the prowess of one of the strongest beings in the Imperial Expanse boiled incessantly.

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