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?

"Wake up," a rather familiar voice called out, pulling Long Wei out of his trance.

It severed the connection between his Nascent Soul and consciousness. His eyes slowly cracked open, and at first, the world appeared as a collection of oddly mixed colors that he couldn't differentiate. But an instant later, clarity washed away the aberrations in his vision.

The bright golden light of the sun cascading over the rich green of Solitary Peak truly awakened him from his trance, jolting him like a hammer to the knees.

For a few moments, confusion gripped his psyche. However, it quickly dissipated when he heard Xu Weiyuan's voice slither into his ears again. "Control is key in most occasions. Never lose yourself in mindless cultivation."

He finally realized that he might have delved a bit too deep into cultivation, which aptly explained the sense of lost time that crawled along his spine.

Solitary Peak...Again?