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 walked through the aisles made by the tables toward a group of disciples who were in the Earth Immortal Realm, with one of them being a Sky Immortal. Without a moment's notice, his plate clanked against the metallic table and his robes fluttered as he sat.

The entire room released a barely audible gasp at his choice of seating.

The people he chose to sit with shifted uncomfortably, wondering what they did to earn his attention. Long Wei sat in silence and ate his food, chomping on the meat and fruit juice at a moderate pace.

Everyone kept quiet, not bothering to continue their feast, as if doing so while Long Wei ate would be tantamount to total disrespect. A group of disciples opposite them sent qi-transmissions to each other, discussing Long Wei.

"Fuck, I don't think I can get used to this shit," a godbeast with brown scales winding up his forearm transmitted to a friend sitting next to him.

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